NEWS FOR THE DELPHIC ORACLE
 
 THERE all the golden codgers lay,
 There the silver dew,
 And the great water sighed for love,
 And the wind sighed too.
 Man-picker Niamh leant and sighed
 By Oisin on the grass;
 There sighed amid his choir of love
 Tall pythagoras.
 plotinus came and looked about,
 The salt-flakes on his breast,
 And having stretched and yawned awhile
 Lay sighing like the rest.
 Straddling each a dolphin's back
 And steadied by a fin,
 Those Innocents re-live their death,
 Their wounds open again.
 The ecstatic waters laugh because
 Their cries are sweet and strange,
 Through their ancestral patterns dance,
 And the brute dolphins plunge
 Until, in some cliff-sheltered bay
 Where wades the choir of love
 Proffering its sacred laurel crowns,
 They pitch their burdens off.