Here in a distant place I hold my tongue; I am O Rahilly! When I was young, Who now am young no more, I did not eat things picked up from the shore: The periwinkle, and the tough dog-fish At even-tide have got into my dish! The great, where are they now! the great had said -- This is not seemly! Bring to him instead That which serves his and serves our dignity -- And that was done. I am O Rahilly! Here in a distant place he holds his tongue, Who once said all his say, when he was young! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP by SARA TEASDALE AMERICA by ARTHUR CLEVELAND COXE AFTER A JOURNEY by THOMAS HARDY SIMMENTHAL by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SUNSET WINGS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI MANHATTAN ARMING by WALT WHITMAN EPITAPH by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO A THESAURUS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS LINES TO ROBERT ALDERSON UPON HIS DEPARTURE FROM WARRINGTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |