A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was generally all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly on the Bog of Allen and farther westward.... His soul slowly swooned as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all living and dead.
"A few light taps upon the pane made him turn to the window. It had begun to snow again. He watched sleepily the flakes, silver and dark, falling obliquely against the lamplight. The time had come for him to set out on his journey westward. Yes the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland..... It lay thickly
