  IOn Caragh lake the evening light Is violet and amethyst, And the dark shadows of the pines In silence keep their twilight tryst. And high beyond the purple groves, The sweeping moors, the climbing fells, The rugged Kerry mountains stand Like grim eternal sentinels. In dying whispers on the shore The ripples lap, the ripples break, And there is peace beyond all words As night descends on Caragh lake! IIIn unexpected grooves of flight A blundering bat swoops swiftly by; From out a coppice drifts a bird’s Last plaintive melody. The lake is like a mirror dim With no disturbing breath to mar, While o’er a lonely fell there burns One white vespernal star. |
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