Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes. Ireland: Vol. V. 187679. | | | | Connaught | | A Vision of Connaught in the Thirteenth Century | | James Clarence Mangan (18031849) |
| | | I WALKED entranced | |
| Through a land of morn; | |
| The sun, with wondrous excess of light, | |
| Shone down and glanced | |
| Over seas of corn | 5 |
| And lustrous gardens aleft and right. | |
| Even in the clime | |
| Of resplendent Spain | |
| Beams no such sun upon such a land; | |
| But it was the time, | 10 |
| T was in the reign, | |
| Of Cáhal Mór of the Wine-red Hand. | |
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| Anon stood nigh | |
| By my side a man | |
| Of princely aspect and port sublime. | 15 |
| Him queried I, | |
| O my Lord and Khan, | |
| What clime is this, and what golden time? | |
| When he,The clime | |
| Is a clime to praise, | 20 |
| The clime is Erins, the green and bland; | |
| And it is the time, | |
| These be the days, | |
| Of Cáhal Mór of the Wine-red Hand! | |
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| Then saw I thrones | 25 |
| And circling fires, | |
| And a dome rose near me, as by a spell, | |
| Whence flowed the tones | |
| Of silver lyres, | |
| And many voices in wreathéd swell; | 30 |
| And their thrilling chime | |
| Fell on mine ears | |
| As the heavenly hymn of an angel-band, | |
| It is now the time, | |
| These be the years, | 35 |
| Of Cáhal Mór of the Wine-red Hand! | |
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| I sought the hall, | |
| And, behold! a change | |
| From light to darkness, from joy to woe! | |
| King, nobles, all, | 40 |
| Looked aghast and strange; | |
| The minstrel-group sate in dumbest show! | |
| Had some great crime | |
| Wrought this dread amaze, | |
| This terror? None seemed to understand! | 45 |
| T was then the time, | |
| We were in the days, | |
| Of Cáhal Mór of the Wine-red Hand. | |
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| I again walked forth; | |
| But lo! the sky | 50 |
| Showed fleckt with blood, and an alien sun | |
| Glared from the north, | |
| And there stood on high, | |
| Amid his shorn beams, a skeleton! | |
| It was by the stream | 55 |
| Of the castled Main, | |
| One autumn eve, in the Teutons land, | |
| That I dreamed this dream | |
| Of the time and reign | |
| Of Cáhal Mór of the Wine-red Hand! | 60 | | | |
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