O'CONNELL BRIDGE

By James Stephens

In Dublin town the people see

Gorgeous clouds sail gorgeously,

They are finer, I declare,

Than the clouds of anywhere.

A swirl of blue and red and green,

A stream of blinding gold, a sheen

From silver hill and pearly ridge

Comes each evening on the bridge.

So when you walk in a field, look down,

Lest you tramp on a daisy's crown,

But in a city look always high

And watch the beautiful clouds go by.