The Sons of Garnim[4] blitherin’ their drool;
Nor was it any Crowdie of the Shee,[5]
Or Itt, or Himm, nor wail of Barryhoo[6]
For Barrywhich that stilled the tongue of me.
’Twas but my own heart cryin’ out for you
Magraw![7] Bulleen, shinnanigan, Boru,
Aroon, Machree, Aboo![8]
ELEGY
The jackals prowl, the serpents hiss
In what was once Persepolis.