Shining green and silver with the hidden herring shoal;
But the little waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in spray,
And the little waves of Breffny go stumbling through my soul.
KATHARINE TYNAN HINKSON
177. Sheep and Lambs
All in the April morning,
April airs were abroad,
The sheep with their little lambs
Pass’d me by on the road.
The sheep with their little lambs