  As clear on my mind are graven As the carving upon a shield The poppies at Monasteraven, And the cottage in the field; The glint of a thick thorn coppice Greenly girdling all, And the glow of the scarlet poppies Under the cottage wall! Just a fleeting vision Caught as I hurried by, A little scene elysian Under the morning sky. For some one a happy haven, It thus to my heart appealed, The poppies at Monasteraven, And the cottage in the field. |
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