Ere service shackled action: free itself
As Oisin when he strayed in Doire-cairn,
His hand upon the mountain top, his feet
Fixt in the flowing sea, his holy head
Crowned by a flight of birds, acclaiming him
The singer of the dawn.
[FRAGMENT]
I stand upon the summit now:
The falcon, flying from the heath,
Trails darkly o’er the mountain brow