i tried to sleep upon my back so i could hold her all night long as in my arms she slept alas, but no, i couldn't and when day break came and found her at the far side of the bed i tried to wake her i tried to stir her but she wouldn't in her foxy way ... ... ... and agitate and shake her or call her name or whisper it against her rear my breath warm there were no words in this Universe would wake her the girl who slept for Scotland the girl who slept for Scotland the girl who slept for Scotland it took me time to comprehend this state of play extended unto all her working, waking, shaking hours ... for she was settled in her dream a small shopping list of ... ... in the night, in the sheets in a Dublin bed ... ...