A KERRY GARDEN

By Clinton Scollard

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!