h their azure rifts
Where a glint of sun peeps through to brighten the peaceful scene.

Cattle stand at graze, and there are the piles of peat,
And there is the swift Feale Water rimpling, dimpling away;
And there are the cocks of hay, and the smell of the hay is sweet,
And this is the round and sum of a quiet Kerry day!

A KERRY ROAD

Snow of the blackberry bloom, purple of heather bells,
The fir and the oak tree boughs with the ivy round them twining;
Sheen of a distant lake, brown of the dipping fells,
Racing clouds overhead, and the fitful sun a-shining!

Bracken and thorn and whin, and somewhere a cheeping bird;
Pits of peat, and, then, a cart with its cheery load;
In from Dingle Bay the wind with its ancient word;
On and up and on--and this is a Kerry road!

A KERRY GARDEN

There 's a garden that slopes to the south and the sun,
A garden in Kerry I know,
Where the poppy 's a-bloom, and the red roses run
O'er the wall, and the pampas-plume's streamers seem spun
Of the floss of the moon in the dusk watches won,
And the lake is a-shimmer below.

There 's a garden that 's fair, be it day, be it night,
A garden in Kerry I know,
And never an orient dream of delight
Can match with this garden so sweet to my sight,
For here is heart's home to a wandering wight,--
It calls me wherever I go!

DOWN IN KERRY

Down in Kerry maids are merry,
Down in Kerry maids are fair;
Laughin' eyes an' lips o' cherry
From Feale Water to Kenmare!

Sunny weather in the heather,
Sunny weather everywhere,
Be but man an' maid together
From Feale Water to Kenmare!

Care a-sheddin', naught a-dreadin',
With just one my steps to share,
That 's the road that I 'd be treadin'
From Feale Water to Kenmare!

HOLY WELLS

At Toberaribba,
Sooth, what do you think,
'T is not holy water
They go for to drink!

At Tobernanavin,
As sure as you 're born,
There 's dancing and prancing
And juice of the corn!

At Tobernacerta,
They sport on the green;
There 's laughing and chaffing,
And lots of poteen!

At Tobernaglashy,
With moss at the brink,
There 's much holy water,
But not for to drink!

LOW TIDE

The sun on the reeds an' rushes,
An' the sand outstretched before,
An' the sun on the kelp an' shingle
Away off Galway s