in the attic garret of pauline fagan an artist

here there are riches none can hold
desert armies may fight and die
the seas are churning like my soul
cities tumble to the sky
and the world is mad for gold
here there are riches none can hold

the world is calling from afar
away away your life is spent
kilcullen whispers to my ear
you have no need of wonderment
nor fear the failing of the years
seek the hidden riches here