• When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
    Like holy water falls upon the plain,
    'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
    And see your harvest born.
    And sweet the little breeze of melody
    The blackbord puffs upon the budding tree,
    While the wild poppy lights upon the lea
    And blazes 'mid the corn.

    Francis Ledwidge (1997). “The complete poems”, The Goldsmith Press Ltd