And certain men, being maddened by those rhymes,

    Or else by toasting imes,

    Rose from table and declared it right

    to test t;

    But took tness of the moon

    For t of day -

    Music s astray -

    And one  bog of Cloone.

    Strange, but the song was blind;

    Yet, now I , I find

    t notrange; tragedy began

    it was a blind man,

    And s betrayed.

    O may t seem

    One inextricable beam,

    For if I triump make men mad.

    And I myself created hanrahan

    And drove he dawn

    From somewtages.

    Caught by an old mans juggleries

    umbled, tumbled, fumbled to and fro

    And  broken knees for hire

    And horrible splendour of desire;

    I t it all out ty years ago:

    Good fellows shuffled cards in an old bawn;

    And  ruffians turn was on

    chumb

    t all but the one card became

    A pack of  a pack of cards,

    And t o a hare.

    here

    And folloures towards -

    O toen w - enough!

    I must recall a man t neither love

    Nor music nor an enemys clipped ear

    Could, he was so harried, cheer;

    A figure t has grown so fabulous

    t a neig to say

    hen he finished his dogs day:

    An ancient bankrupt master of this house.

    Before t ruin came, for centuries,

    Roug-arms, cross-gartered to the knees

    Or sairs,

    And certain men-at-arms there were

    Memory stored,

    Come ing breast