Poem by Aubrey De Vere

Castleconnel

BROAD, but not deep, along his rock-chafed bed
In many a sparkling eddy winds the flood,
Clasped by a margin of green underwood;
A castled crag, with ivy garlanded,
Sheer o’er the torrent frowns; above the mead
De Burgho’s towers, crumbling o’er many a rood,
Stand gauntly out in airy solitude,
Backed by yon furrowed mountain’s tinted head.
Sounds of far people, mingling with the fall
Of waters, and the busy hum of bees,
And larks in air, and throstles in the trees,
Thrill the moist air with murmurs musical,
While cottage smoke goes drifting on the breeze,
And sunny clouds are floating over all.

1. Glengariff
2. The Glen of Glangoole
3. Lismore
4. Kilmallock
5. Coast Scenery

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