Ireland Is The Old Sow That Eats

I Am Tomorrow, Or Some Future Day, What I Establish Today. I Am Today What I Established Yesterday Or Some Previous Day.

Do You Know What A Pearl Is And What An Opal Is? My Soul When You Came Sauntering To Me First Through Those Sweet Summer Evenings Was Beautiful But With The Pale Passionless Beauty Of A Pearl. Your Love Has Passed Through Me And Now I Feel My Mind Something Like An Opal, That Is, Full Of Strange Uncertain Hues And Colours, Of Warm Lights And Quick Shadows And Of Broken Music.

As I Am. As I Am. All Or Not At All.

What's Yours Is Mine And What's Mine Is My Own.

I Have Left My Book, I Have Left My Room, For I Heard You Singing Through The Gloom.