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PREHISTORIC MONUMENT NEAR CUSHENDALL	A
IN ANTRIM	B
Steep up in Lubitavish townland stands	C
A ring of great stones like fangs the shafts of the stones	D
Grown up with thousands of years of gradual turf	E
The fangs of the stones still biting skyward and hard	F
Against the stone ring the oblong enclosure	G
Of an old grave guarded with erect slabs gray rocks	H
Backed by broken thorn trees over the gorge of Glenaan	I
It is called Ossian's Grave Ossian rests high then	I
Haughtily alone	I
If there were any fame or burial or monument	J
For me to envy	K
Warrior and poet they should be yours and yours	L
For this is the pure fame not caged in a poem	M
Fabulous a glory untroubled with works a name in the north	N
Like a mountain in the mist like Aura	O
Heavy with heather and the dark gray rocks or Trostan	I
Dark purple in the cloud happier than what the wings	P
And imperfections of work hover like vultures	Q
Above the carcass	R
I also make a remembered name	S
And I shall return home to the granite stones	D
On my cliff over the greatest ocean	I
To be blind ashes under the butts of the stones	D
As you here under the fanged limestone columns	T
Are said to lie over the narrow north straits	U
Toward Scotland and the quick tempered Moyle But written	I
reminders	Q
Will blot for too long a year the bare sunlight	V
Above my rock lair heavy black birds	W
Over the field and the blood of the lost battle	A
Oh but we lived splendidly	K
In the brief light of day	X
Who now twist in our graves	Y
You in the guard of the fanged	X
Erect stones and the man slayer	G
Shane O'Neill dreams yonder at Cushendun	I
Crushed under his cairn	I
And Hugh McQuillan under his cairn	I
By his lost field in the bog on Aura	O
And I a foreigner one who has come to the country of the dead	X
Before I was called	X
To eat the bitter dust of my ancestors	Q
And thousands on tens of thousands in the thronged earth	Z
Under the rotting freestone tablets	A2
At the bases of broken round towers	Q
And the great Connaught queen on her mountain summit	X
The high cloud hoods it creeps through the eyes of the cairn	I
	-
We dead have our peculiar pleasures of not	X
Doing of not feeling of not being	B2
Enough has been felt enough done Oh and surely	K
Enough of humanity has been We lie under stones	D
Or drift through the endless northern twilights	D
And draw over our pale survivors the net of our dream	C2
All their lives are less	D
Substantial than one of our deaths and they cut turf	E
Or stoop in the steep	D2
Short furrows or drive the red carts like weeds waving	B2
Under the glass of water in a locked bay	X
Which neither the wind nor the wave nor their own will	A
Moves when they seem to awake	E2
It is only to madden in their dog days for memories of dreams	D
That lost all meaning many centuries ago	F2
	-
Oh but we lived splendidly	K
In the brief light of day	X
You with hounds on the mountain	I
And princes in palaces	D
I on the western cliff	G2
In the rages of the sun	I
Now you lie grandly under your stones	D
But I in a peasant's hut	X
Eat bread bitter with the dust of dead men	I
The water I draw at the spring has been shed for tears	D
Ten thousand times	D
Or wander through the endless northern twilights	D
From the rath to the cairn through fields	D
Where every field stone's been handled	X
Ten thousand times	D
In a uterine country soft	X
And wet and worn out like an old womb	H2
That I have returned to being dead	X
	-
Oh but we lived splendidly	K
Who now twist in our graves	D
The mountains are alive	I2
Tievebuilleagh lives Trostan lives	D
Lurigethan lives	D
And Aura the black faced sheep in the belled heather	G
And the swan haunted loughs but also a few of us dead	X
A life as inhuman and cold as those	D

Robinson Jeffers

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