| Creagan Geaga I am going through Creagan Beaa In the darkness alone, And the surf on Camus Alba Is a sough on smooth shingle. The curlew and the plover Are crying down about the Cuil; And south-east of Sgurr nan Gillean, Blaven, and the stainless moon. The light levels the sea flatness From Rubha na Fainge stretched north, And the current in Caol na h-Airdre Is running south with swift glitter. Collection of the Artist | |
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