Patrick Kavanagh

Untitled (Yesterday I saw the Earth beautiful)

Yesterday I saw the Earth beautiful
Through the frosted glass of November's tree
I peered into an April country
Where love was day-dream free

And in the steam rising from the dungheap
Another firmament was blown
Dotted over with fairy worlds
And lamped with silver stone.

Over the bleak grey-bearded bogs
I looked and beheld the lost Atlantis
And surely it was not November
But a time the freed souls grant us. 
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