(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)

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The Old Men Admiring Themselves In The Water

I HEARD the old, old men say,
'Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.'
They had hands like claws, and their knees
Were twisted like the old thorn-trees
By the waters.
I heard the old, old men say,
'All that's beautiful drifts away
Like the waters.'

Submitted: Thursday, May 17, 2001
Edited: Thursday, May 17, 2001


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