Raftery the Poet

I am Raftery the poet,
Full of hope and love,
With eyes without light,
With gentleness without torment.

Going westwards on my journey
By the light of my heart, Weak and weary
To my road’s end—

Look at me now,
My face to the wall,
Playing music
To empty pockets.


Source: _Leinster, Munster and Connaught_, 1950, p.174