IN KERRY
by: John Millington Synge
(1871-1909)
- E 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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