Ich am of Irlaunde, And of the holy londe       Of Irlande. Gode sire, pray ich the, For of saynte chairité Come ant daunce with me       In Irlaunde. (Anon.) The bullet scars were still visible on the pillars of the General Post Office in Dublin, almost two centuries after the 1916 uprising. That moved me more … Continue reading For I Have Lain Me Down on the Stone of Loneliness and I’ll Not Be Back Again by Michael Swanwick