Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
Patrick Kavanagh
I turn the lea-green down
Gaily now,
And paint the meadow brown
With my plough.
I dream with silvery gull
And brazen crow.
A thing that is beautiful
I may know.
Tranquility walks with me
And no care.
O, the quiet ecstasy
Like a prayer.
I find a star-lovely art
In a dark sod.
Joy that is timeless! O heart
That knows God!
Ploughman was written by Patrick Kavanagh.