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- UNDER SATURN
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- DO not because this day I have grown saturnine
- Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought
- Because I have no other youth, can make me pine;
- For how should I forget the wisdom that you brought,
- The comfort that you made? Although my wits have gone
- On a fantastic ride, my horse's flanks are spurred
- By childish memories of an old cross Pollexfen,
- And of a Middleton, whose name you never heard,
- And of a red-haired Yeats whose looks, although he died
- Before my time, seem like a vivid memory.
- You heard that labouring man who had served my
- people. He said
- Upon the open road, near to the Sligo quay --
- No, no, not said, but cried it out -- "You have come again,
- And surely after twenty years it was time to come.'
- I am thinking of a child's vow sworn in vain
- Never to leave that valley his fathers called their home.
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