Take it to Glasnevin,
and write IHS on the stone.
That's what I'll be saying,
IHS with the voice in my mind.
After Michaelmas is gone,
IHS, pleadingly, a lamb of God,
and a little after, exaltingly,
from a rooftop garden in the city centre,
where I can plant flowers.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC
Take it to Glasnevin,
and write IHS on the stone.
That's what I'll be saying,
IHS with the voice in my mind.
After Michaelmas is gone,
IHS, pleadingly, a lamb of God,
and a little after, exaltingly,
from a rooftop garden in the city centre,
where I can plant flowers.
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