Royal and saintly Cashel! I would gaze
Upon the wreck of thy departed powers,
Not in the dewy light of matin hours,
Nor the meridian pomp of summer's blaze,
But at the close of dim autumnal days,
When the sun's parting glance, through slanting showers,
Sheds o'er thy rock-throned battlements and towers
Such awful gleams as brighten o'er Decay's
Prophetic cheek. At such a time, methinks,
There breathes from thy lone courts and voiceless aisles
A melancholy moral, such as sinks
On the lone traveller's heart, amid the piles
Of vast Persepolis on her mountain stand,
Or Thebes half buried in the desert sand.
Upon the wreck of thy departed powers,
Not in the dewy light of matin hours,
Nor the meridian pomp of summer's blaze,
But at the close of dim autumnal days,
When the sun's parting glance, through slanting showers,
Sheds o'er thy rock-throned battlements and towers
Such awful gleams as brighten o'er Decay's
Prophetic cheek. At such a time, methinks,
There breathes from thy lone courts and voiceless aisles
A melancholy moral, such as sinks
On the lone traveller's heart, amid the piles
Of vast Persepolis on her mountain stand,
Or Thebes half buried in the desert sand.
~The Rock of Cashel, Aubrey De Vere
So often we saw pine forests - a crop. The trees are uniform, planted in rows, and harvested about every 20 years. I guess I have seen two generations of these forests since I first saw Ireland. |
Hore Abbey below.** |
We were successful with the photos, but not with lunch. ***
On my first visit here I was almost entirely alone. I think there was an elderly man working the gate. I had the run of the place. And nothing was blocked/nothing locked. I climbed up into the walls and walked along through passages. It was thrilling and only a little frightening. I was surprised when I brought the children in 1997 to find things were locked. We have found the same changes everywhere we travel.****
Arched vault. The scaffolding is a reminder that conservation is an ongoing process (even if it spoils the photos). |
I can imagine statues in the alcoves and prayers chanted. |
Driver, W. Ryan, Royal Field Artillery, 22nd July 1919, aged 47. Since seeing the first of these on this trip (in Nenagh) my eye seems drawn to them. This is another to research. |
Weather and lichens are doing their work on the headstones in the cemetery. |
I was to show the birds in flight. This is not the cross pictured above, but it is the same general view YC captured (hedges and fields match). |
A statue of Our Lady and a Celtic cross. |
Replica of St. Patrick's cross. The original is safeguarded in the museum on site. |
Locked. |
Still beautiful. |
A Panorama from the top of the rock. |
Looking down on Hore Abbey |
Can you see there were hollow walls in places. As I recall there were stairs in the corners. |
NOTES:
* Cashel Town - http://cashel.ie/
Rock of Cashel - http://www.heritageireland.ie/en/south-east/rockofcashel/
Legend and lore - http://www.obrienclan.com/seanchas-old-lore-blog/the-rock-of-cashel
Also - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_of_Cashel
And I love this one about "Thin Places" - http://www.thinplace.net/2008/05/rock-of-cashel.html
**https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hore_Abbey
***We are not normally "those people." We were hungry, arrived at the cafe before it filled up, ate our soup, and then watched while people (who arrived long after we did) were served. We even gave them another 10 minutes after that before deciding it was time to move along.
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