| Sights Of Men |
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| Still south I went and south and west again |
| Through Wicklow from the morning till the night |
| And far from cities and the sights of men |
| Lived with the sunshine, and the moons delight |
| I knew the stars, the flowers, and the birds |
| The grew and wintry sides of many glens |
| And did but half remember human words |
| In converse with the montains, moors and fens |
