The Poetry Corner

Donnybrook (The Rocky Road To Dublin)

By James Stephens

I saw the moon so broad and bright Sailing high on a frosty night: And the air swung far and far between The silver disc and the orb of green: While here and there a wisp of white Cloud-film swam on the misty light: And crusted thickly on the sky, High and higher and yet more high, Were golden star-points dusted through The great, wide, silent vault of blue: Then I said to me, God is good And the world is fair, and where I stood I knelt me down and bent my head, And said my prayers, and went to bed.