‘Dockery was junior to you,
Wasn’t he?’ said the Dean. ‘His s
Death-suited, visitant, I nod. ‘A
You keep in touch with—’ Or remem
Black-gowned, unbreakfasted, and s

You do not come dramatically, with
That rear up with my life between
And dash me butchered down beside
The horses panicking; nor as a cla
Clearly set out to warn what can b

To step over the low wall that div
Road from concrete walk above the
Brings sharply back something know
The miniature gaiety of seasides.
Everything crowds under the low ho

At one the wind rose,
And with it the noise
Of the black poplars.
Long since had the living
By a thin twine

Green-shadowed people sit, or walk
Their children finger the awakened
Calmly a cloud stands, calmly a bi
And, flashing like a dangled-looki
Sun lights the balls that bounce,

Light spreads darkly downwards fro
Clusters of lights over empty chai
That face each other, coloured dif
Through open doors, the dining—roo
A larger loneliness of knives and

The eye can hardly pick them out
From the cold shade they shelter i
Till wind distresses tail and main
Then one crops grass, and moves ab
—The other seeming to look on—

There is an evening coming in
Across the fields, one never seen
That lights no lamps.
Silken it seems at a distance, yet
When it is drawn up over the knees

Lonely in Ireland, since it was n
Strangeness made sense. The salt
Insisting so on difference, made m
Once that was recognised, we were
Their draughty streets, end—on to

Higher than the handsomest hotel
The lucent comb shows up for miles
All round it close—ribbed streets
Like a great sigh out of the last
The porters are scruffy; what keep