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Home he [Sean] came from America,1 very tired and strangely thrilled, to sit and think and recover by an electric fire in a new home formed from a flat in Battersea. There one day a letter came to him from W. B. Yeats. He recognised the writing: from the poet, right enough, the great Yeats. He was bade to come to take dinner with the poet in his lodgings at Lancaster Gate.2 At last, Yeats had stretched out a hand of friendship; and the heart within Sean rejoiced greatly. Then here’s a hand, me trusty frien’, an’ gi’e’s a hand o’ thine! Seas between us braid ha’e roared sin’ auld lang syne.
Extracted from Rose and Crown (London: Macmillan, I952).
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O’casey, S. (1977). Black Oxen Passing By. In: Mikhail, E.H. (eds) W. B. Yeats. Palgrave, London. https://doi.org/10.1007/978-1-349-02995-2_4
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