Fingal’s Cave

Dark columns echo the surging green sea,
Place of music, cave of lost heroes,
Burned out fires figured in black stone
Standing alone or hanging impossible over all.
I sing into the inaccessible mouth of darkness,
Songs of mountains, sea and cloud.
None answer out of the mist of time.
None awaken from the muttering echoes,
Except surging sea music and the call of birds.