Shamrocks

		An opal being blushes blue
		On sighting green of Eire.
		Stardust falls on clover.

	       Stardust and fairydust mingle
	       Causing the shamrocks to sneeze,
	       Awake, and welcome him.

	       "And I greet you.
	       You, the growing luck
	       Of my protectorate.

	      I stride in past clover,
	      but see a future plant-
	      A three-leaf shamrock.

	     Seeded under native sun.
	     Watered by two foreign storms-
	     The luck of my offspring."