English poem
THE ISLE OF DOOM
by Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
Out of the mist off Galway shore, Out of the morning mist, Rose the island of Hy Brasail With its crags of amethyst;
Crags of purple and amethyst, And meads of gleaming green, Rose the island of Hy Brasail With a shimmer of sea between.
And what shall come to Galway shore, What shadow of doom prevail, With this fading dream of the mists of morn, This island of Hy Brasail?