CUSTOM HOUSE QUAY
When a Dublin man shall say,
"Give me a little bread, I pray,"
If you do not give him bread
You will be hungry when he is fed.
And let no priest or magistrate
Scowl upon the poor man's plate,
Asking him the question sly
To which no one can reply.
STEPHEN'S GREEN
The wind stood up and gave a shout;
He whistled on his fingers, and
Kicked the withered leaves about
And thumped the branches with his hand,
And said he'd kill, and kill, and kill,
And so he will, and so he will.
THE COLLEGE OF SURGEONS
As I stood at the door
Sheltered out of the wind,
Something flew in
Which I hardly could find.