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LAURENCE BLOOMFIELD IN IRELAND: 5. THE LOCH, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Among those mountain-skirts a league away
Last Line: Amongst whose watery stems the mallard feeds.
Alternate Author Name(s): Pollex, D.; Walker, Patricius
Subject(s): Fields; Islands; Mountains; Travel; Water; Pastures; Meadows; Leas; Hills; Downs (great Britain); Journeys; Trips


Among those mountain-skirts a league away
Lough Braccan spread, with many a silver bay
And islet green; a dark cliff, tall and bold,
Half-muffled in its cloak of ivy old,
Bastion'd the southern brink, beside a glen
Where birch and hazel hid the badger's den,
And through the moist ferns and firm hollies play'd
A rapid rivulet from light to shade.
Above the glen, and wood, and cliff, was seen,
Majestically simple and serene,
Like some great soul above the various crowd,
A purple mountain-top, at times in cloud
Or mist, as in celestial veils of thought,
Abstracted heavenward.
Creeps a little boat
Along the path of evening's golden smile,
To where the shatter'd castle on its isle
May seem a broad-wing'd ship; two massive tow'rs
Lifted against the yellow light that pours
On half the lough and sloping fields,—half-laid,
Creek, bush, and crag, within the mountain shade.
Dark bramble-leaves now show a curling fringe,
And 'sallies' wear the first autumnal tinge;
With speckled plumes high wave the crowded reeds,
Amongst whose watery stems the mallard feeds.





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