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
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Photos taken by Matthew of Ben Bulben Mountain and Drumcliff Churchyard
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| Painting of Ben Bulben and the Garavogue River by Aoife |
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| Photo taken by Aoife at the Back Avenue of Ben Bulben in the distance |
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| Photo taken by Tara at the Back Avenue of Ben Bulben |
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| Shaded line drawing sketch of Ben Bulben by Anthony |