I wish not to lie here. <br />There's hardly a plot of earth not blessed for burial, but here <br />One might dream badly. <br /> <br />In beautiful seas a beautiful <br />And sainted island, but the dark earth so shallow on the rock <br />Gorged with bad meat. <br /> <br />Kings buried in the lee of the saint, <br />Kings of fierce Norway, blood-boltered Scotland, bitterly dreaming <br />Treacherous Ireland. <br /> <br />Imagine what delusions of grandeur, <br />What suspicion-agonized eyes, what jellies of arrogance and terror <br />This earth has absorbed.<br /><br />Robinson Jeffers<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/iona-the-graves-of-the-kings/
