The Dead at Clonmacnoise
1000 Years of Irish Poetry: The Gaelic & Anglo-Irish Poets from Pagan Times to the Present
In a quiet, water'd land, a land of roses,
Stands Saint Kiernan's city fair;
And the warriors of Erin in their famous generations
There beneath the dewy hillside sleep the noblest
Of the clan of Conn,
Each below his stone with name in branching Ogham,
And sacred knot thereon.
There they laid to rest the seven kings of Tara,
There the sons of Caibre sleep -
Battle banners of the Gael that in Kiernan's plain of crosses
Now their final hosting keep.
And in Clonmacnoise they laid the men of Teffia,
And right many a lord of Breagh;
Deep the sod above the Clan Creide and Clan Conaill,
Kind in hall and fierce in fray.
Many and many a son of Conn the Hundred-fighter
In the red earth lies at rest;
Many a blue eye of Clan Colman the turf covers,
Many a swan-white breast.