FISHGUARD TO ROSSLARE >From all my childhood voyages back to Ireland Only two things remembered: gulls afloat Off Fishguard quay, littering a patch of radiance Shed by the midnight boat. And at dawn a low, dun coast shaping to meet me, An oyster sky opening above Rosslare ... I rub the sleep from my eyes. Gulls pace the moving Mast-head. We're almost there. Gulls white as a dream on the pitch of Fishguard harbour, Paper cut-outs, birds on a lacquered screen; The low coastline and the pearl sky of Ireland; A long sleep in between. A sleep between two waking dreams -- the haven, The landfall - is how it appears now. The child's eye, Unpuzzled, saw plain facts: I catch a glint from The darkness they're haunted by. -- Cecil DAY-LEWIS (1904-72) born Ballintubbert House, Co. Laois, Ireland and poet laureate, England..