Seamus Heaney- The Underground

• You in your going away coat speeding ahead. And me, me then like a fleet god gaining, Upon you before you turned to a reed.
• Or some new white flower japped with crimson.
• I come as Hansel came on the moonlit stones. Retracing the patch back, lifting the buttons.
• All attention, For you step following and damned if I look back.