’Yearsafteryears，theirswiftwaykeeping，Likesereleavesdownthycurrentsweeping，Arelostforaye，andsped——
AndDeaththewintrysoilisheapingAsfastasflowersareshed。
Andshewhowanderedbymyside，Andbreathedenchantmento’erthytide，Thatmakestheestillmyfriendandguide——
Andsheisdead。’
TheselinesIhavetranscribedinordertoproveapointwhichIhavehearddenied，namely，thatanIrishpeasant——