Poems by Clinton Scollard

I saw a snowflake in the air
When smiling May had decked the year,
And then 't was gone, I kn...

Striding, striding over the sea,
Calming the rage of the waves goes he,
Lulling the moan of ...

First Duty bade me rise,
He of the imperious eyes,
And strive to gain some goal of high empri...

Dawnings of amber and amethyst eves;
Soft in the south wind the laughter of leaves;
Breath of...

One with legend and the past;
Every beam and every board
Touched by the iconoclast
Time, mor...

There is an organ in my elm
A harp within my maple tree;
And Maestro Wind from each compels
A...

All night in dreams with thee I go
About the glamoured land;
All night Love's radiant presence...

I On Caragh lake the evening light
Is violet and amethyst,
And the dark shadows of the pines
...

Do you recall, old friend, how we
Pulled up the Wye one day in May?
The bloom was on the hawt...

As clear on my mind are graven
As the carving upon a shield
The poppies at Monasteraven,
And ...

Wrapt in mist and washed with rain
Is the hill of Rahinane;
Compassed by the hosts of sleep
I...

The murmur and the moaning of the sea,
They master me;
I am the serf of sound,
Bondslave to...

Where the wild sea-mew flocks and flees,
And neither winds nor skies beguile,
Foam-set amid t...

They crowned Tyrconnell
On the rock of Doon;
"Hail! Hail!" they said,
To that anointed head,...

June's blossom-garden
Hath the red rose for warden, --
Sweet Love's inquisitor.
"Ere ye may en...