A Lament

Abstract

O let me find a mountain height,A hill that stands alone !That I may tell my sorrow thereAnd it may tell its own.You see how smoke and smouldering fireAcross that mountain creeps ?Ah! there is one whose love is lost,Who sits alone and weeps.'ROGER M. HEATH.In the spring of 1914 a party of students belonging to the School went up to Euboia, and at one of the villages where they stayed an old man recited the little Greek poem. Roger Heath, on the spur of the moment, made the translation, at once musical and literal, which was taken down by another member of the party. The Greek words were written out by a Greek lady.—[Ed.]