Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SHAMROCK, by MAURICE FRANCIS EGAN


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First Line: When april rains make flowers bloom
Last Line: I feel its tears upon my hand.
Subject(s): St. Patrick's Day


WHEN April rains make flowers bloom
And Johnny-jump-ups come to light,
And clouds of color and perfume
Float from the orchards pink and white,
I see my shamrock in the rain,
An emerald spray with raindrops set,
Like jewels on Spring's coronet,
So fair, and yet it breathes of pain.

The shamrock on an older shore
Sprang from a rich and sacred soil
Where saint and hero lived of yore,
And where their sons in sorrow toil;
And here, transplanted, it to me
Seems weeping for the soil it left:
The diamonds that all others see
Are tears drawn from its heart bereft.

When April rain makes flowers grow,
And sparkles on their tiny buds
That in June nights will over-blow
And fill the world with scented floods,
The lonely shamrock in our land --
So fine among the clover leaves --
For the old springtimes often grieves, --
I feel its tears upon my hand.





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