He stumbled home from Clifden Fair
With drunken song, and cheeks aglow.
"High & Low" by James Cousins (1873-1956).
Yet there was something in his air
That told of kingship long ago.
I sighed - and innly cried with grief
That one so high should fall so low.
But he plucked a flower and sniffed its scent
And waved it toward the sunset sky
Some old sweet rapture thro’ him went
And kindled in his bloodshot eye
I turned - and innly burned with joy
That one so low should rise so high.
2008, James G. Fennessy, M.A., J.D.
Matawan, New Jersey 07747
Modern Psychoanalysis, Psychoanalysis, Ireland, Irish