To A Shade

If you have revisited the town, thin Shade,     Whether to look upon your monument     (I wonder if the builder has been paid)     Or happier thoughted when the day is spent     To drink of that salt breath out of the sea     When grey gulls flit about instead of men,     And the gaunt houses put on majesty:     Let these content you and be gone again;     For they are at their old tricks yet.     A man     Of your own passionate serving kind who had brought     In his full hands what, had they only known,     Had given their childrens children loftier thought,     Sweeter emotion, working in their veins     Like gentle blood, has been driven from the place,     And insult heaped upon him for his pains     And for his open-handedness, disgrace;     An old foul mouth that slandered you had set     The pack upon him.     Go, unquiet wanderer     And gather the Glasnevin coverlet     About your head till the dust stops your ear,     The time for you to taste of that salt breath     And listen at the corners has not come;     You had enough of sorrow before death,     Away, away! You are safer in the tomb.