As swift I climbed that low brown mound,
Then paused atop, and gazed around.
The rath spread round me brown and bare,
Only a few sparse thorns grew there,
No cross, no shrine, no sign of prayer.
Down to the earth like any stone
Sudden I fell, and lay there prone,
Heart-broken, desolate, alone!
And surely then I must have died,
But scoopèd in the rath I spied,