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...COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD PLAYING JACKS IN BHAKTAPUR by KAREN SWENSON ANGLOSAXON STREET by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY W'EN I GITS HOME by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LAY OF THE TRILOBITE by MAY EMMA GOLDWORTH KENDALL THE DAYS GONE BY by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |