Do you ever see "The Shamrock"?
ANNE
Very seldom.
_James and Anne go to the settle; they sit down_.
JAMES
There be good pieces in it sometimes. There's a poem of mine
in it this week.
ANNE
Of yours, James? Printed, do you mean?
JAMES
Ay, printed. _(He takes a paper out of his pocket, and opens it)_
It's a poem to yourself, though your name doesn't come into it.
_(Gives paper)_ Let no one see it, Anne, at least not for the present.
And now, good-bye.
_Goes to the door. Anne continues reading the verse eagerly. At the
door James turns and recites_:--
When lights are failing, and skies are paling,
And leaves are sailing a-down the air,
O, it's then that love lifts my heart above
My roving thoughts and my petty care;
And though the gloom be like the tomb,
Where there's no room for my love and me,
O, still I'll find you, and still I'll bind you,
My wild sweet rose of Aughnalee!
That's the first stanza. Good-bye.
_James goes out. Anne continues reading, then she leaves the paper
down with a sigh_.
ANNE
O, it's lovely! _(She takes the paper up again, rises and goes
to the door. She remains looking out. Some one speaks to her)_ No,
Brian, Maire's not back yet. Ay, I'll engage she'll give you a call
when she does come back. _(Anne turns back. She opens drawer in the
dresser and puts paper in.
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