Poems: In Kerry

In Kerry

He heard the thrushes by the shore and sea,
And saw the golden star's nativity,
Then round we went the lane by Thomas Flynn,
Across the church where bones lie out and in;
And there I asked beneath a lonely cloud
Of strange delight, with one bird singing loud,
What change you'd wrought in graveyard, rock and sea,
This new wild paradise to wake for me-
Yet knew no more than knew those merry sins
Had built this stack of thigh-bones, jaws and shins.

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