Several Miles From Home In Ireland

Mountains in the Ocean above which stood A piercing Sky of blue and Clouds Remarked upon to honest vessel By arrant birds aloft on high. Turn sails to home too far to see A boat of fish caught by sea breeze As countrymen pause and drain their Ales On the earth, on the Ocean; dim-lighted and pale. A Castle in the Clouds without any owner No servant, no master and entirely empty Where none would go but a single guest In its other realm on the Hawk's winged path. Stumble from Pub into unwelcomed street. The black of the Sky and its cold on his cheek. An angry, strong cry as he heads from this town, Into Highlands and Castles and lost Ocean sounds. (Note: accent on the "e" in third stanza's "winged".)