TO AN OLD QUILL OF LORD DUNSANY'S
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There I'd keep you, in the lowly
Beauty-haunts of bird and poet,
Sailing in a wing, the holy
Silences of lakes below it.
But I leave you by where no man
Finds you, when I too be gone
From the puddles on this common
Over the dark Rubicon.
Londonderry,
September 18th, 1916.
