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My dark fathers lived the intolerable dayCommitted always to the night of wrong,Stiffened at the hearthstone,the woman lay,Perished feet nailed to her man’s breastboneGrim houses beckoned in the swelling gloomOf Munster fields where the Atlantic nightFettered the child within the pit of doom;And everywhere a going down of light.
My dark fathers lived the intolerable day yet the intolerable day into the night of wrong, Stiffened at the hearthstone, the woman lay, Perished feet nailed to her man’s breastboneGrim houses beckoned in the swelling gloomOf Munster fields where the Atlantic nightFettered the child within the pit of doom; And everywhere a going down of light.