'TO-NIGHT,' you said, 'to-night, all Ireland round <br />The curlews call.' The dinner-talk went on, <br />And I knew what you heard and what you saw, <br />That left you for a little while withdrawn- <br />The lonely land, the lonely-crying birds! <br /> <br />Your words, your breath is gone! <br />O uncaught spirit, we'll remember you <br />By those remote and ever-flying birds <br />Adown the Shannon's reach, or crying through <br />The mist between Clew Bay and Dublin Bay!<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memory-of-john-butler-yeats/
