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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V.  1876–79.
Tor Conainn
The Legends
Aubrey Thomas de Vere (1814–1902)
THEY fought ere sunrise at Tor Conainn;
  All day they fought on the wild sea-shore.
The sun dropped downward, they fought amain;
  The tide rose upward, they fought the more.
The sands were covered; the sea grew red;        5
  The warriors fought in the reddening wave:
That night the sea was the sea-king’s bed;
  The land-king drifted past cliff and cave.
Great was the rage in those ancient days
  (We were pagans then) in the land of Eire;        10
Like eagles men vanquished the noontide blaze;
  Their bones were iron, their nerves were wire.
We are hinds to-day! The Nemedian kings
  Like elk and bison of old stalked forth;
Their name—the sea-kings’—forever clings        15
  To the “Giant Stepping-Stones” round the North.

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