Beauty was that
Far vanished flame,
Call it a star Wanting better name.
Far vanished flame,
Call it a star Wanting better name.
And gaze and gaze
Vaguely until
Nothing is left
Save a grey ghost-hill.
Vaguely until
Nothing is left
Save a grey ghost-hill.
Here wait I
On the world’s rim
Stretching out hands
To Seraphim.
On the world’s rim
Stretching out hands
To Seraphim.
by Patrick Kavanagh
Michelle Moloney King 