(13 June 1865 – 28 January 1939 / County Dublin / Ireland)


HE knows Queen Lab, her isle,
And black, enormous Kaf,
The Swallow, and 'Allah'
He cries

As into Giaour lands
With Dervish faith and rite,
Hueless, a Saracen,
He flies.

Like scimitars his wings,
And, all unluminous,
Black, like a genie's thought,
His eyes.

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" Why is the woman terror struck? Can there be mercy in that look? Meaningful questions raised in soliloquy in form of poetic expression.