the immortals

in berneys pub at closing time

lord byron swigs his pint

and tries again

to chat up claire o'brien

but getting nowhere shakes his head

and makes a move on mary shelley instead

doubt me if you must bold traveller

but know you this

tonight the splendid moon

and balmy wind

with their touch

and with their kiss

in truth and to my mind

have rendered cold kildare

florentine