by James Stephens (1882 - 1950)

In Dublin town the people see
Language: English 
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.

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This text was added to the website: 2009-01-26
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