02. Homing from Ballagrainey


Great saffron moon low on the sea,

Indigo trees with starry crowns,

Attend our homing feet,

Our lantern’s orange glow

Ruddles the daisies in the lea.

With sudden drone

Cockchafer beetles blunder past,

They too homeward go,

Black furry clowns.

The lantern swings,

Splashing its rays on sod and stone,

Bushes and sleeping things,

Like a late sunset.

Can I forget,

While life will last,

This nocturne?

Or the raised voices that met

Our return?