The Half Door - Seumas O’Sullivan

Dark eyes, wonderful, strange and dear they shone
  A moment’s space;
And wandering under the white stars I had gone
  In a strange place.

Over the half door careless, your white hand
  A moment gleamed;
And I was walking on some great storm-heaped strand
  Forever it seemed.

I would give all that glory to see once more,
  A moment’s space,
Your eyes gleam strange and dark above the half door,
  Your Hand’s white grace.

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Seamus O'Sullivan (1879 -1958) Ireland
Source: Anthology of Irish verse, ed. with an introduction by Padraic Colum, Boni and Liveright, 1922