Behind The Closed Eye Comments

I love this poem, it takes me to the place where all is secure and unchanged.

Even in the early part of the 20th century the city had become a cacophony of noise to those of rural background. The city's strife and din are left behind as Ledwidge once more embraces with his unerring eye the joys of country life. It is hard to credit and understand why we insist on building cities of such great immensity where sunlight fails to alleviate concrete's grim pallor. The dewy cobwebs of the tangled braes are the countryside's bright lights.