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Flow from the Mountain Spring : Poem “A Mountain Spring” – by Henry Kendall

Waters flow from the mountain spring Slievenamon Tipperary Nigel Borrington

Waters flow from the mountain spring
Slievenamon
Tipperary
Nigel Borrington

Peace hath an altar there. The sounding feet
Of thunder and the wildering wings of rain
Against fire-rifted summits flash and beat,
And through grey upper gorges swoop and strain;
But round that hallowed mountain-spring remain,
Year after year, the days of tender heat,
And gracious nights whose lips with flowers are sweet,
And filtered lights, and lutes of soft refrain.
A still, bright pool. To men I may not tell
The secrets that its heart of water knows,
The story of a loved and lost repose;
Yet this I say to cliff and close-leaved dell:
A fitful spirit haunts yon limpid well,
Whose likeness is the faithless face of Rose.

Henry Kendall


Flow from the Mountain Spring : Gallery

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