[ConorMacNessa]

Choric Song From “The Lotus Eaters”

There is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,
Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Here are cool mosses deep,
And through the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.

Alfred, Lord Tenyson

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[ConorMacNessa]

Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho’ from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crost the bar.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Lamh Foistenach Abu!

[La Enchiladita]

Thank you, and Lord Tennyson, for Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,

My soul soaks it up, all the lovely images.

Also, would still love to see Rock of Cashel in my lifetime.....near an ancestral home.

[JustAmy]

Thank you for another great poem, Conor.
You have been posting some wonderful poems the last few days.
Thank you for sharing some of your favorites with us.

Have great day.

[Majie Purple]

Thanks also for the poem pings,CMac.