That we, indifferent to the country's call, shun
A crisis under which the People crouch
Like Damocles beneath the pendent falchion;
That from our minds, incredibly deluded,
Ulster is still excluded.
It is not so. All day (between our meals)
We find this topic really most attractive;
In watches of the night it often steals
Into our waking dreams, and keeps us active,
Like sportsmen whom the rude mosquito chases,