John McCullagh February 2, 2004
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Dome of Slieve Gullion
And of your brood
My soul is apart
In your rock-heat
her heart
Slave to your mood.

Mystical beauty
Breathes on your brow
Sun-setting beams
Lull me to dreams
Far from my plough.

Wild inspiration
Flees unexpressed
Through tinted sun-trap
Ancient mist wool-cap
Stirring my breast.

Mountain of mystery
Of Fionn the brave
Of Saint-scholared Gael
Of legend and tale
I am your slave.

Michael J Murphy

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