ON AN ANNIVERSARY
by: John Millington Synge
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- ITH Fifteen-ninety or Sixteen-sixteen
We end Cervantes, Marot, Nashe or Green:
The Sixteen-thirteen till two score and nine,
Is Crashaw's niche, that honey-lipped divine.
And so when all my little work is done
They'll say I came in Eighteen-seventy-one,
And died in Dublin .... What year will they write
For my poor passage to the stall of Night?