i tried to sleep upon my back
so i could hold her all night long
as in my arms she slept
alas, but no, i couldn't
and when day break came
and found her at the far side of the bed
i tried to wake her
i tried to stir her
but she wouldn't
in her foxy way ...
...
... and agitate and shake her
or call her name or whisper it
against her rear my breath warm
there were no words
in this Universe would wake her
the girl who slept for Scotland
the girl who slept for Scotland
the girl who slept for Scotland
it took me time to comprehend
this state of play extended
unto all her working, waking, shaking hours
...
for she was settled in her dream
a small shopping list of ...
...
in the night, in the sheets
in a Dublin bed