Poem by Aubrey De Vere

The Shannon

RIVER of billows, to whose mighty heart
The tide-wave rushes of the Atlantic sea;
River of quiet depths, by cultured lea,
Romantic wood, or city’s crowded mart;
River of old poetic founts, which start	
From their lone mountain-cradles, wild and free,
Nursed with the fawns, lulled by the woodlark’s glee,
And cushat’s hymeneal song apart:
River of chieftains, whose baronial halls,
Like veteran warders, watch each wave-worn steep,
Portumna’s towers, Bunratty’s royal walls,
Carrick’s stern rock, the Geraldine’s gray keep,—
River of dark mementos! must I close
My lips with Limerick’s wrong, with Anghrim’s woes?

1. Glengariff
2. The Barons at Runnimede
3. The Council of Clermont
4. Castleconnel
5. Kilmallock

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