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    <title>Greacen012</title>
    <Collections>Unpublished Poems</Collections>
    <Contributor>Greacen Estate</Contributor>
    <Coverage>19 Jan</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Greacen012</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>A memory of Bantry Bay</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/greacen012</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
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    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿A Memory of Bantry Bay

Eveninig stands still as if at the stiff command
Of ancient gods that straddle the ink-blue hills;
The sea lies smooth, her lace-white band of foam
Forgotten, storm-past, peace-breathing
From fall of sandy cliff to curved horizon.
Summer walks the hedgerows like a gipsy queen
Flaunting and flinging far her red ear-rings of fuchsia.
On such an evening life is time-free, no longer perilous,
And our coming sleep a sweet rehearsal for death.
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