SHE is not dead - she has no grave -
She lives beneath Lo ugh Corrib's water [Galway];
And in the murmur of each wave
Methinks I catch the songs I taught her."
Thus many an evening on the shore
Sat Cormac raving wild and lowly;
Still idly muttering o'er and o'er,
She lives, detain'd by spells unholy. "Death claims her not, too fair for
earth,
Her spirit lives - alien of heaven;
Nor will it know: a second birth
When sinful mortals are forgiven ! Cold is this rock -…