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At Galway Races
| There where the course is, | | Delight makes all of the one mind, | | The riders upon the galloping horses, | | The crowd that closes in behind: | | We, too, had good attendance once, | | Hearers and hearteners of the
work; | | Aye, horsemen for companions, | | Before the merchant and the clerk | | Breathed on the world with
timid breath. | | Sing on: somewhere at some new moon, | | We’ll learn that sleeping is not death, | | Hearing the
whole earth change its tune, | | Its flesh being wild, and it again | | Crying aloud as the racecourse is, | | And we
find hearteners among men | | That ride upon horses. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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