Description
The area is an area of natural beauty. Knocknarea is a 327m high limestone mountain near to the seaside resort of Strandhill in Co.Sligo.
At the summit is a large cairn which is believed to contain the remains of Queen Maeve who is meant to be burried upright with spear in hand in the neolithic passage tomb. The cairn is 55m wide by 10m high making it one of the largest cairns in Ireland.
At the summit is a large cairn which is believed to contain the remains of Queen Maeve who is meant to be burried upright with spear in hand in the neolithic passage tomb. The cairn is 55m wide by 10m high making it one of the largest cairns in Ireland.
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Yeats Poem
"The Wanderings of Oisin"
The wanderings of Oisin is an epic poem published by William Butler yeats in 1889. The narrative poem takes the form of a dialogue between the hero Oisin and Saint Patrick.
The poem is fold in 3 parts. The three books begin with the following verse:
Book# 1
You who are bent, and bald, and blind,
With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,
Have known three centuries, poets sing,
Of dalliance with a demon thing.
Book# 2
Now, man of the croziers, shadows called our names
And then away, away, like whirling flames;
And now fled by, mist-covered, without sound,
The youth and lady and the deer and hound
Book# 3
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke,
High as the saddle-girth, covering away from our glances the tide;
And those that fled, and that followed, from the foam-pale distance broke;
The immortal desire of Immortals we saw in their faces, and sighed
The poem is fold in 3 parts. The three books begin with the following verse:
Book# 1
You who are bent, and bald, and blind,
With a heavy heart and a wandering mind,
Have known three centuries, poets sing,
Of dalliance with a demon thing.
Book# 2
Now, man of the croziers, shadows called our names
And then away, away, like whirling flames;
And now fled by, mist-covered, without sound,
The youth and lady and the deer and hound
Book# 3
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke,
High as the saddle-girth, covering away from our glances the tide;
And those that fled, and that followed, from the foam-pale distance broke;
The immortal desire of Immortals we saw in their faces, and sighed
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