A Song at Shannon's
men came out of Shannon's, having known
faces of each other for so long
they had listened there to an old song,
thinly in a wastrel monotone
some unhappy night-bird, who had flown
many times and with a wing too strong
save himself; and so done heavy wrong
more frail elements than his alone.
away they went, leaving behind
light than was before them. Neither met
other's eyes again or said a word.
to his loneliness or to his kind,
his own way, and with his own regret,
knowing what the other may have heard.