The Others dance while they on low stools sit, Old men for whom Imagination lit The Lamp of Dreaming once. Their eyes remember Only the light of evenings September That nickel-plated the stubble paths among Straight wheaten stooks or rows of steaming dung. The old men muse o'er bargains that were made In houses and in women, when the trade Of Ireland was a gypsie's caravan Merry from town to town with beast and man. The old men sit on ancient log-made stools In a dim place - four tragic splendid fools. § Alternative words are written in pencil: Line 6, 'Tall' for 'Straight'. Line 7, 'on' for 'o'er'. Line 9, 'tinker's' for 'gypsie's'.