Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)

Muckross

  At night there came unto MacCarthy More
  A hooded vision with a voice that said,
  "Go thou straightway and raise a house to God
  Upon the spot where stands the Rock of Song!"
  So with the golden lifting of the dawn
  Upsprang the chieftain and loud called his kerns,
  And bade them seek the Rock. For many a day
  They roved the sweeping meads and fens and fells
  In fruitless search, and ever forth again
  Relentlessly he drove them from his hold
  Beside the dimpling waters of Lough Leane.
  "The Rock!" he cried, "find ye the Rock of Song!"
  And still they found it not. Then the gaunt chief,
  His long locks hoary with the frost of years,
  Girded himself, and turned his tottering steps
  Abroad in the soft lengthening of the dusk
  Athwart a woodland close, and saw and heard
  A little maid, her pitcher held at poise,
  Singing an old lament in minors clear
  And plaintive as the twilight, words that voiced
  The poignant, passionate yearning of the soul.
  "A sign!" the spent man whispered low, "a sign!"
  And on the spot he raised a house to God.

1. The Mist and the Sea
2. The Tides
3. Night Song by the Sea
4. The Way of the Cross
5. The Wind of Mourne

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