AS I was climbing Ardan Mà³r
From the shore of Sheelin lake,
I met the herons coming down
Before the water-s wake.
And they were talking in their flight
Of dreamy ways the herons go
When all the hills are withered up
Nor any waters flow.
Ardan Mà³r
Francis Ledwidge
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