AND I shall go to Ballyquin Where roses and pink fuchsias blow, And pungent peat smoke drifts in thin Blue clouds where low grey chimneys glow. At Ballyquin near Kerry hills, With dusk tranquillity flows in, And scented purple mist distils The sweetness that is Ballyquin. There tired hearts grow strong and brave, And tarnished faiths shine new again; There hungry souls find peace they crave Beneath thatched roofs in Ballyquin. Yes, I shall go to Ballyquin Though I touch not that Irish shore, I'll find a refuge there within My secret dreams forevermore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE PEACOCK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS ONE FAVORED ACORN by ROBERT FROST THE ORANGE PICKER by DAVID IGNATOW TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR |