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His Answer When Some Stranger Asked Who He Was
By Isabella Augusta, Lady Gregory
I am Raftery the poet, full of hope and love; my eyes without light, my gentleness without misery. Going west on my journey with the light of my heart; weak and tired to the end of my road.
I am now, and my back to a wall, playing music to empty pockets.
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Prose Translations From The Irish
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