BROAD, blue, and deep, the Bay of Donegal Spreads north and south and far a-west before The beetling cliffs sublime, and shattered wall Where the O'Clery's name is known no more. Kilbarron, many castle names are sung In deathless verse they less deserved than thee, -- The Rhine-towers still endure in German tongue; Gray Scotland's keeps in Scottish poesy; In chronicles of Spain, and songs of France, Full many a grim chateau and fortress stands; And Albion's genius, strong as Uther's lance, Guards her old mansions mid their altered lands; Home of an hundred annalists, round thy hearths, alas! The churlish thistles thrive, and the dull graveyard grass. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PARASITICS: TO CERTAIN POETS by CONRAD AIKEN VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN CARGO MOVING TO GAZA (1988) by MARVIN BELL THE BAD CHILD'S BOOK OF BEASTS: INTRODUCTION by HILAIRE BELLOC WHAT WE SAID THE LIGHT SAID by JAMES GALVIN INEVITABLY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |