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- TO A SHADE
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- IF you have revisited the town, thin Shade,
- Whether to look upon your monument
- (I wonder if the builder has been paid)
- Or happier-thoughted when the day is spent
- To drink of that salt breath out of the sea
- When grey gulls flit about instead of men,
- And the gaunt houses put on majesty:
- Let these content you and be gone again;
- For they are at their old tricks yet.
- A man
- Of your own passionate serving kind who had brought
- In his full hands what, had they only known,
- Had given their children's children loftier thought,
- Sweeter emotion, working in their veins
- Like gentle blood, has been driven from the place,
- And instilt heaped upon him for his pains,
- And for his open-handedness, disgrace;
- Your enemy, an old fotil mouth, had set
- The pack upon him.
- Go, unquiet wanderer,
- And gather the Glasnevin coverlet
- About your head till the dust stops your ear,
- The time for you to taste of that Salt breath
- And listen at the corners has not come;
- You had enough of sorrow before death --
- Away, away! You are safer in the tomb.
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