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Rom out the fold of the sky Stars leapt and stared at earth and sea. At
times a wild and plaintive air Made delicate music far away: A hill-fox
barked before its lair: The white owl hawked its shadowy prey. But at
the rising of the moon The druids came from grove and glen, And to the
chanting of a rune Crucified St. Columba's men. They died in silence
side by side, But first they sang the evening hymn: By midnight all but
one had died, At dawn he too was grey and grim. One monk alone had
Modred kept, A youth with hair of golden-red, Who never once had sighed
or wept, Not once had bowed his proud young head. Broken he lay, and
bound with thongs. Thus had he seen his brothers toss Like crows
transfixed upon great prongs, Till death crept up each silent cross.
Night grew to dawn