Song

Singer with the little streets,
Sing her a song about a fool who came,
Looked in her eyes, and in that moment knew
Nothing would be the same

Ever again, a fool who hardly knew
When the stars shone, or when the slanting rain,
Beat on his face, or anything at all,
Or any pain

Save the one pain—to-morrow might not come,
Or any fear—save that he should be blind,
Or any thought—save that her words were sweet,
Her eyes were kind.

The two poems above were written by an Irish poet, Monk Gibbon, who is known as “The Grand Old Man of Irish Letters”.  Living nearly a century, Gibbon wrote more than 20 volumes of poetry, all of which are kept at Queen’s University in Belfast.

Source: The Mentor Book of Irish Poetry