Deserted Famine Village, Achill Island c1850

"Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all,
And the long grass o’er tops the mouldering wall,
And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler’s hand,
Far, far away thy children leave the land."

Deserted Famine Village, Achill Island c1850

"Sunk are thy bowers in shapeless ruin all,
And the long grass o’er tops the mouldering wall,
And trembling, shrinking from the spoiler’s hand,
Far, far away thy children leave the land."