CONNEMARA.

New Zealand Tablet, 3 April 1919, Page 38

CONNEMARA.

The soft rain is falling Hound bushy isles, Veiling the waters Over wet miles, And hushing the grasses Where plovers call, While soft clouds are falling Over all.

, I pulled my new curragh Through the clear sea, And left the brown sailings Far behind me, . - 4 - ,j For who would not hurry, Down to the isle Where Una comes luring Smile to smile. She moves through her shelling Under the haws, Her movements are softer , Than kittens paws; And shiny blackberries Sweeten the rain Where I haunt her beading Window pane. I would she were heeding— Keeping my tryst—• That soft moon of amber Blurred in the mist, And rising the plovers Where salleys fall, Till slumbers come hushing One and all. — F. R. Higgins in New Ireland .