[...] A Darkness Shining In Brightness Which

Lord, Heap Miseries Upon Us Yet Entwine Our Arts With Laughters Low.

I Came In At Half Past Eleven. Since Then I Have Been Sitting In An Easy Chair Like A Fool. I Could Do Nothing. I Hear Nothing But Your Voice. I Am Like A Fool Hearing You Call Me 'dear.' I Offended Two Men Today By Leaving Them Coolly. I Wanted To Hear Your Voice, Not Theirs. When I Am With You I Leave Aside My Contemptuous, Suspicious Nature. I Wish I Felt Your Head On My Shoulder.

Ireland Is The Old Sow That Eats Her Farrow.

My Mouth Is Full Of Decayed Teeth And My Soul Of Decayed Ambitions.

He Wanted To Cry Quietly But Not For Himself: For The Words, So Beautiful And Sad, Like Music.