And now, dear heart, the night is closing in: The lamps are not yet ready; and the gloom Of this sad winter evening, and the din The wind makes in the street fills all the room. You have listened to my stories -- Seumas Beg Has finished the adventures of his youth, And no more hopes to find a buried keg Stuffed to the lid with silver! He, in truth, And all alas, grew up! But he has found The path to newer romance, and with you May go seek wonders. We are bound To the whirl and storm of things, and all is new! Give me your hand! So, keeping close to me, Shut tight your eyes! Step forward! ...Where are we! |