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Glencar Waterfall Leitrim

Glencar Waterfall Leitrim

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From the road you can see various waterfalls, however the Glencar Waterfall is the most romantic and impressive. Even though you may prefer it didn’t rain during your holiday, just after a rainfall is the perfect time to visit the Glencar Waterfall. It is extra special and so impressive after rain. View it from the beautiful wooded walk. However it is spectacular all the time!

Glencar Waterfall Leitrim

Glencar Waterfall Leitrim

 

If you decide to visit at dusk, it is lit up and the trip is well sign-posted. There is ample parking. Whatever time you visit, if you enjoy nature it is magical, as you listen to the sound of the thundering water. The area is gorgeous with a wonderful wooded walk, the fast flowing rivers, the peacefulness of the lake and the magnificence of the waterfalls.

Located around 9 miles (13 km) or so from Rosses Point, the waterfall is around 50 feet (15 metres) high. W. B. Yeats used to visit the waterfall when he was young and not surprisingly found it inspirational. He wrote about the fairies and changelings of Irish folklore in his poem, The Stolen Child, which we can see was inspired by his passion for Irish mythology and the local nature of Rosses Point and the Glencar Waterfall.

 

The Stolen Child by W.B Yeats

WHERE dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we’ve hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he’s going,
The solemn-eyed:
He’ll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than he can understand.

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