When Sunlight Bathes the August Plains
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This photo is a view from the Comeragh Drive across the plain at the foothills of the mountain ranges. ( I believe those mountains in view are of Slievenamon, the 'Mountain of Women' or the 'Mountain of Maidens' after folklore connects it to the pursuit of Gráinne by Fionn Mac Cumhaill (thanks to Carrickbeg Kate for the information!). Correct me if I've got it wrong.)
*Update-I was wrong, these are the Knockmealdowns! Thanks to DTNNP and ka1mi for that!
SUNRISE ON THE HILLS
by H.W. Longfellow
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light,
They gathered mid-way round the wooded height,
And, in their fading glory, shone
Like hosts in battle overthrown.
As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance.
Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance,
And rocking on the cliff was left
The dark pine blasted, bare, and cleft.
The veil of cloud was lifted, and below
Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow
Was darkened by the forest's shade,
Or glistened in the white cascade;
Where upward, in the mellow blush of day,
The noisy bittern wheeled his spiral way.......