[{"node":{"title":"Greacen012","Collections":"Unpublished Poems","Contributor":"Greacen Estate","Coverage":"19 Jan","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Wednesday, March 16, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Greacen012","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"A memory of Bantry Bay","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen012","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Greacen012_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffA Memory of Bantry Bay\n\nEveninig stands still as if at the stiff command\nOf ancient gods that straddle the ink-blue hills;\nThe sea lies smooth, her lace-white band of foam\nForgotten, storm-past, peace-breathing\nFrom fall of sandy cliff to curved horizon.\nSummer walks the hedgerows like a gipsy queen\nFlaunting and flinging far her red ear-rings of fuchsia.\nOn such an evening life is time-free, no longer perilous,\nAnd our coming sleep a sweet rehearsal for death.\n","Type":"Text"}}]