Sléibhte Bhaile Átha Cliath

the mountains

there are mists in the north
and from the clouds ascending
is the place of faeries seen

gone now is the morning
and though my day is at an ending
through darkness is the green

what mists there were and are
can never cloud the ancient truth
that poets’ spirits are still here
just as they’ve always been.


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