James Stephens

(9 February 1882 - 26 December 1950 / Dublin)

Westland Row - Poem by James Stephens

Every Sunday there's a throng
Of pretty girls, who trot along
In a pious, breathless state
(They are nearly always late)
To the Chapel, where they pray
For the sins of Saturday.

They have frocks of white and blue,
Yellow sashes they have too,
And red ribbons show each head
Tenderly is ringleted;
And the bell rings loud, and the
Railway whistles urgently.

After Chapel they will go,
Walking delicately slow,
Telling still how Father John
Is so good to look upon
And such other grave affairs
As they thought of during prayers.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 27, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2012


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