Ripple the waves of Ballysadare
[p 6]
]Under where frowning Knocknarea
Looks o’er the Rosses far to sea,—
Looks far to sea, remembering
Maeve’s loveliness, a vanished thing.
IV
The cromlechs, gray with eld, below,
Recall the dreams of long ago,—
The dreams of kern and king, both slave
To beauty, and the white Queen Maeve;