Some say in the distant dawn the giant hand
MacCumhal* once hurled this land -
(a tiny clod of earth, to him)
missed his Scottish foe;
so here it lies, an island given birth
by superhuman force,
between old kingdoms.
But how grand, to us, this realm of mountain
and sunset skies and racing shadows!
A place of faery
of golden gorse,
of cairns of olden tyme and tales of long
Yet we who dwell here know
we set our feet where once
who left their magic here. Here -
is the sometime throne
of the ocean god,
by which his cloak of mists invisible
a plaything of his starry will- Here,
whispers enchantment still,
murmurs the old god's name.
2nd June, 1973