| POEMS OF INISHOWEN |
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| THE LAKE OF SHADOWS I stood beside the shadowy lake I watch'd the glorious brimful tide In line of foamy music break Against her shingly side The wind hills by her waters kissed Hung round her soft as soft might be They glimmered through a silver mist Down on a silver sea And, where their darkest ridge upheaves A rich red light was streaming o'er Like a great heap of crimson leaves Piled on a purple floor Red is the western heaven on high Red in the burning lake below And deep-red in the eastern sky That kindled with the glow |
| SWEET INISHOWEN Sweet Inishowen so renowned in story Rich in romance over and hill In Patrick's day you were Owen's glory And down the ages more glorious still Your dark green lanes and health-clad mountains Your sun-kissed summits and golden strands Your shady glens and your glittering fountains Proclaims the wonders of Nature's hands Cardonagh's Seen and Malin village With its bridge so fine and its arches nine Rashenny, Lenan and lovely Pollan And the Fannet Hills, if the day is fine Look northwards, see the radio station Glengads tall cliffs and bunagee See Young's demesne and its vast plantation A prettier picture you cannot see Round the Altar hills there are pine trees growing Where blackbird sing and cuckoos call From Redfords bog theres a river flowing With views in the distance of mountains tall Your hills that I love have purple heather Where native chieftains once held sway Tis pleasant to sit there in summer weather Watching the sunsets at close of day |
| FROM LOUGH SWILLY From the snow-white shell strand of Inch You could now behold the white horses Lifting their glittering backs Tossing their manes on Dunree And the battle-boom of Macammish Was lull'd in the delicate air As in old pictures the smoke Goes up from Abraham's pyre So the smoke went up from Rathmullan And beyond the trail of smoke Was a great deep fiery abyss Of molten gold in the sky And it set a far track up the waters Ablaze with gold like its own Over the fire of the sea Over the chasm in the sky My spirit, as by a bridge Of wonder went wandering on And lost its way in heaven |
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