THE Plovers fly and cry around, br Unguided, nestless, without bourn, br Wandering and impetuous, br Turning and flying to return. br br These wild birds seen on Ireland's ground br I name upon Hawaiian beaches br Estrayents, they, of all lands' ends, br They have the oceans for their reaches. br br My thoughts are like the Plovers' flight, br Unguided, nestless, without bourn, br Wandering and impetuous, br Turning and flying to return.