But ask not how it haps—like Life and Death
I know not How, nor When, nor Whence, nor Why.
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]A BLOKE FROM MULLINGAR.
I met him nearly farthest out—
No matter when or where.
He carried in his ragged clothes
A kind of city air.
I said, “I’ve just been wondering
The devil who you are?”
And he replied, in broken tones,