Kept his waistcoat bulging out.
Then Death that changes happy things
Damned his soul to water springs.
THE PASSING OF THE SHEE
After looking at one of A. E.’s pictures
Adieu, sweet Angus, Maeve, and Fand,
Ye plumed yet skinny Shee,
That poets played with hand in hand
To learn their ecstasy.
We’ll stretch in Red Dan Sally’s ditch,