‘Last Night you Passed By’ by Constance Madden

Last night you passed by
As slow as the shadows,
And your thoughts were all drenched
With dreams of her promise.
But my window was laced with tears
At your passing
And you never came in
And my heart on you fasting.

And you never came in
And the weary night waiting.
But my heart is as deep
As the grass of her grazing.
O count up her fat cows
My soul feeds on tears.
But lonely tonight waits
And lonely the years.
  
by Constance Madden.

A wee tale,  I found this poem in a small book of Irish Writing got yesterday in Howth; and edited indeed by the Late David Marcus. I will add in David’s Obit at the base of this piece. The volume number is 13 and the cost is 6/6.

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