CONNEMARA.
The soft rain is falling Hound bushy isles, Veiling the waters Over wet miles, And hushing the grasses Where plovers call, While soft clouds are falling Over all.
, I pulled my new curragh Through the clear sea, And left the brown sailings Far behind me, . - 4 - ,j For who would not hurry, Down to the isle Where Una comes luring Smile to smile. She moves through her shelling Under the haws, Her movements are softer , Than kittens paws; And shiny blackberries Sweeten the rain Where I haunt her beading Window pane. I would she were heeding— Keeping my tryst—• That soft moon of amber Blurred in the mist, And rising the plovers Where salleys fall, Till slumbers come hushing One and all. — F. R. Higgins in New Ireland .
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New Zealand Tablet, 3 April 1919, Page 38
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129CONNEMARA. New Zealand Tablet, 3 April 1919, Page 38
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