A King In Kerry (Clinton Scollard Poems)
I dreamed a dream, mavourneen, I dreamed a dream yestreen, That I was King in Kerry, and you were Galway's ...
I dreamed a dream, mavourneen, I dreamed a dream yestreen, That I was King in Kerry, and you were Galway's ...
At Killybegs above the crags The gray gulls pipe with voices thinned, And all the green trees are like ...
Over me lifts the peat-reek That parts and drifts and veers, And the wind's uneasy moaning Is loud ...
At Dingle, upon sand and shingle, Softly the ripples curve and creep; Without the white-caps meet and mingle, ...
The sun on the reeds an' rushes, An' the sand outstretched before, An' the sun on the kelp an' ...
Sylvia's hair is like the night,Touched with glancing starry beams;Such a face as drifts thro' dreams,This is Sylvia to the ...
I wandered in the streets of Galway-town, When night had let her dusky curtains down, And in a doorway, tall ...
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