Dome of Slieve Gullion
And of your brood
My soul is apart
In your rock-heather heart
Slave to your mood.
Mystical beauty
Breathes on your brow
Sun-setting beams
Lull me to dreams
Far from my plough.
Wild inspiration
Flees unexpressed
Through tinted sun-trap
Ancient mist wool-cap
Stirring my breast.
Mountain of mystery
Of Fionn the brave
Of Saint-scholared Gael
Of legend and tale
I am your slave.
Michael J Murphy