THE DEAD AT CLONMACNOIS
          - Thomas William Rolleston
          - Based on an original poem in Irish, by Angus O'Gillan

In a quiet water'd land, a land of roses,
       Stands Saint Kieran's city fair;
And the Warriors of Erin in their famous generations
       Slumber there.

There beneath the dewy hillside sleep the noblest
       Of the clan of Conn,
Each below his stone with name in branching Ogham
       And the sacred knot thereon.

There they laid to rest the seven kings of Tara,
       There the sons of Cairbrè sleep -
Battle-banners of the Gael that in Kiernan's plain of crosses
       Now in their final hosting keep.

 
And in Clonmacnois they laid the men of Teffia,
       And right many a lord of Breagh;
Deep the sod above Clan Creidè and Clan Conaill,
       Kind in hall and fierce in fray.

Many and many a son of Conn the Hundred-Fighter
       In the red earth lies at rest;
Many a blue-eye of Clan Colman the turf covers,
       Many a swan-breast.