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Monday, 14 September 2020

Dead Man’s Land by Celia Duffin

I wandered into a dead man’s land,
A hope forgotten pointed the way,
I was too old to understand,
My lips too hard to pray.

I found an altar in the wilderness,
With offerings crowned of myrrh and spice,
I only had no power to bless,
Nor any bread for sacrifice.

I saw a figure silent with his prayer
Stoop at the altar steps to kiss the spot ;
Then my dead youth passed down the stair,
Passed by, and knew me not.

From: Duffin, Ruth and Celia, The Secret Hill: Poems, 1913, Maunsel & Company, Ltd: Dublin and London, p. 47.

Date: 1913

By: Celia Duffin (1887-1983)