Under Saturn + 

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 were 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. + 