Here in a distant place I hold my tongue; I am O'Rahilly: When I was young, Who now am young no more, I did not eat things picked up from the shore. The periwinkle, and the tough dogfish...
Be kind unto these three, O King! For they were fragrant-skinned, cheerful and giving; Three stainless pearls, three of mild, winning ways, Three candles sending forth three pleasant rays,...
I thought I heard Him calling. Did you hear A sound, a little sound? My curious ear Is dinned with flying noises, and the tree Goes, whisper, whisper, whisper silently...
While I sit beside the window I can hear the pigeons coo, That the air is warm and blue, And how well the young bird flew - Then I fold my arms and scold the heart That thought the pigeons knew. ...