Saturday, November 4, 2017

Hibernia


This is the end of the world.
Even Rome and Caesar stopped 
Short of our emerald shoulder -
Prudently turned and fled.

This is the Land of Winter;
Summer's a trick we play,
Pulling you gently onward
Until it's far too late.

Time has not wholly tamed us,
Or blunted our ancient edge.
Plunder us at your peril;
Come on, if you crave to die.

And here is a lonely pathway,
Where gods are known to tread.
Nod their way politely;
Don't look them in the eye.

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