Sights Of Men - Enam

Still south I went and south and west again

Through Wicklow from the morning till the night

And far from cities and the sights of men

Lived with the sunshine, and the moons delight

I knew the stars, the flowers, and the birds

The grew and wintry sides of many glens

And did but half remember human words

In converse with the montains, moors and fens