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.