Last night you passed by As slow as the shadows, And your thoughts were all drenched With dreams of her promise. But my window was laced with tears At your passing And you never came in And my heart on you fasting. And you never came in |
A wee tale, I found this poem in a small book of Irish Writing got yesterday in Howth; and edited indeed by the Late David Marcus. I will add in David’s Obit at the base of this piece. The volume number is 13 and the cost is 6/6.