Clinton Scollard (Клинтон Сколлард)

Rahinane

  Wrapt in mist and washed with rain
  Is the hill of Rahinane;
  Compassed by the hosts of sleep
  Is its keep.

  Only shadows come and go;
  Only wraiths flit to and fro;
  And the bat, grotesque and blind,
  And the wind.

  Just a shard of shattered hope
  On a barren Kerry slope;
  Just a ruin in the rain,
  Rahinane!

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

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