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…When long ago

I saw her ride
Under Ben Bulben

to the meet,
The beauty of her

country-side
With all youth’s lonely

wildness stirred,
She seemed to have grown

clean and sweet
Like any rock-bred,

sea-borne bird:…

On a Political Prisoner
W. B. Yeats

(1865- 1939)

I take a wrong turn on the way to the B & B because I get

confused but end up out on Roses Pt. and decide it is so neat

we will go back. The B & B is cleaner than the first one. The
second lady has 6 kids and serves us tea with scones and

cookies when we
arrive. There is a

nice room with a

table to eat

breakfast. There’s a

picture window in

there and in our

room to see the view

of Old Ben. The

oldest son hauls our

bags in which is nice.

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