Poem by Clinton Scollard

Poppies at Monasteraven

  As clear on my mind are graven
    As the carving upon a shield
  The poppies at Monasteraven,
    And the cottage in the field;

  The glint of a thick thorn coppice
    Greenly girdling all,
  And the glow of the scarlet poppies
    Under the cottage wall!

  Just a fleeting vision
    Caught as I hurried by,
  A little scene elysian
    Under the morning sky.

  For some one a happy haven,
    It thus to my heart appealed,
  The poppies at Monasteraven,
    And the cottage in the field.

1. Off Connemara
2. Tyrconnell
3. O'Donnell Aboo
4. Back to Killarney
5. An Exile

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