On Causewayside

Did they build this tenement With stone from Fife? Does it have a memory Of an earlier life? Before it was transported To be cut with pride And built up to let look down On Causewayside At the edge of the pavement There stands a girl Of no more than three Years in this world Looking up at her mother with sheer delight For a moment On Causewayside The rats in the sewer And the autumn sky Stand still for a moment And so do I As we touch the eternal Then the cold wind sighed And blowed it away Down Causewayside