English poem
POPPIES AT MONASTERAVEN
by Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
As clear on my mind are graven As the carving upon a shield The poppies at Monasteraven, And the cottage in the field;
The glint of a thick thorn coppice Greenly girdling all, And the glow of the scarlet poppies Under the cottage wall!
Just a fleeting vision Caught as I hurried by, A little scene elysian Under the morning sky.
For some one a happy haven, It thus to my heart appealed, The poppies at Monasteraven, And the cottage in the field;