Under bare Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid. An ancestor was rector there Long years ago,a church stands near, By the road an ancient cross. No marble,no conventional phrase; On limestone quarried near the spot By his command these words are cut:
Cast a cold eyes On life,on death. Horseman,pass by!
To.Miss JEANIEMAC : )
Let's go for a drink of delicious coffee!!! With you and me and Fergus! And Mr.Mick ; )
Comments (3)
You just know I love Yeats.....
Lovely share !
Mick.
What a good idea...
You been before??
Lisadell House is open to the public again too.
Please say "I do."
But I would love to.....
Such a great poet.!
Lisa.......how come you like
the Irish poets so much ?
I think it's fantastic......
Mick