We heard the thrushes by the shore and sea,
And saw the golden stars' nativity,
Then round we went the lane by Thomas Flynn,
Across the church where bones lie out and in;
And there I asked beneath a lonely cloud
Of strange delight, with one bird singing loud,
What change you 'd wrought in graveyard, rock, and sea,
This new wild paradise to wake for me.
Yet know no more than knew those merry sins
Had built this stack of thigh-bones, jaws, and shins.
I am busy working to bring J.M. Synge's "In Kerry" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
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