Unto Ireland!

Within my heart
rests one desire,
to travel to Dublin,
embrace the mire

Upon the isle
Of gleaming green,
Lock eye to eye
With beauty unseen

To hear the choir,
To feel the fire,
To hunt the shire,
To climb through briar,

To love the Prior,
To hate the Crier,
To shun the Liar,
To admire the Higher,

When things seem dire
I call the Higher,
He answers me
Through the Prior

“In three days,”
The Prior said,
And so I wait
With stale bread

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