Two men came out of Shannon's, having known The faces of each other for as long As they had listened there to an old song, Sung thinly in a wastrel monotone By some unhappy night-bird, who had flown Too many times and with a wing too strong To save himself, and so done heavy wrong To more frail elements than his alone. Slowly away they went, leaving behind More light than was before them. Neither met The other's eyes again or said a word. Each to his loneliness or to his kind, Went his own way, and with his own regret, Not knowing what the other may have heard. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR POLL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 1. AT TEA by THOMAS HARDY BENEDICITE by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE OLD KIRK YARD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY SONG: BUTTERFLIES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT IT'S A LONG WAY by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |