Anne rises, and comes to him. She has graceful, bird-like movements.
ANNE (putting her hands on James' shoulders) Maybe we won't have a chance of seeing each other after all.
James Moynihan kisses her reverently
JAMES Sit down now, Anne, because there's something I want to show you. Do you ever see "The Shamrock"?
ANNE
Very seldom.
James and Anne go to the settle; they sit down.
JAMES There be good pieces in it sometimes. There's a poem of mine in it this week.
ANNE
Of yours, James? Printed, do you mean?
JAMES
Ay, printed. (He takes a paper out of his pocket, and opens it)
It's a poem to yourself, though your name doesn't come into it.
(Gives paper) Let no one see it, Anne, at least not for the present.
And now, good-bye.
Goes to the door. Anne continues reading the verse eagerly. At the
door James turns and recites:—