| 'Erected to the memory of Mrs. Dermot O'Brien' | |
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| O commemorate me where there is water, | |
| Canal water, preferably, so stilly | |
| Greeny at the heart of summer. Brother | |
| Commemorate me thus beautifully | |
| Where by a lock niagarously roars | 5 |
| The falls for those who sit in the tremendous silence | |
| Of mid-July. No one will speak in prose | |
| Who finds his way to these Parnassian islands. | |
| A swan goes by head low with many apologies, | |
| Fantastic light looks through the eyes of bridges - | 10 |
| And look! a barge comes bringing from Athy | |
| And other far-flung towns mythologies. | |
| O commemorate me with no hero-courageous | |
| Tomb - just a canal-bank seat for the passer-by. | |
