Perhaps that is why my drink does not fatten me greatly.
Yes, I am thin--thinner even than when you saw me last.

How wonderful a day it was! You remember it, I'm sure.
We stood on the high hills, you and I, looking to the west.

It was a true Irish day.

A little in front of us, in the sky, were great clusters of clouds, and beyond them, as far as eye could see, were hills so delicately green, so spotted with settlements, so misty and full of glamour, and so cheerful with the western light.

And the storm broke--do you remember it?
It broke, but not on us.