From Under Ben Bulben

Under bare Ben Bulben’s head
In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.
An ancestor was rector there
Long years ago, a church stands near,
By the road an ancient cross.
No marble, no conventional phrase;
On limestone quarried near the spot
By his command these words are cut:
Cast a cold eye
On life, on death.
Horseman, pass by!

W. B. Yeats, 1865 – 1939

Photos taken by Matthew of Ben Bulben Mountain and Drumcliff Churchyard
Painting of Ben Bulben and the Garavogue River by Aoife

Photo taken by Aoife at the Back Avenue of Ben Bulben in the distance
Photo taken by Tara at the Back Avenue of Ben Bulben 
Shaded line drawing sketch of Ben Bulben by Anthony