I MET the Silent Wandering Man, Thro' Bogac Ban he made his way, Humming a slow old Irish tune, On Joseph Plunkett's wedding day. And all the little whispering things That love the springs of Bogac Ban, Spread some new rumour round the dark And turned their faces from the dawn. . . . . . My hand upon my harp I lay, I cannot say what things I know; To meet the Silent Wandering Man Of Bogac Ban once more I go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PREACHER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO A FATHER, ON THE DEATH OF HIS ONLY CHILD by BERNARD BARTON POLYHYMNIA: L'ENVOY by WILLIAM BASSE ORNAMENTATIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CHURCHYARD by ROBERT WILLIAMS BUCHANAN HOW BARRE, VERMONT, WAS NAMED by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |