No traveller yet has hit upon A wilder land than Meirion, For desolate hills and tumbling stones, Bogland and melody and old bones.
Night after night I thought of my five hundred hussars, and had dreadful nightmares, in which I fancied that the whole regiment needed shoeing, or that my horses were all bloated with green fodder, or that they were foundered from bogland, or that six squadrons were clubbed in the presence of the Emperor.
Men without hearts, and women without hose: 30 Each bring his love a Bogland captive home; Such proper pages will long trains become; With copper collars, and with brawny backs, Quite to put down the fashion of our blacks.
And it's fine to see how the bogland's dried only since last year's ditching--'tis all a question now what'll grow on her this year.
When shall the pulse of thy life, which but flutters in Connaucht, Throb through thy meadows and boglands, and mountains and cities?’
This bit of bogland,' says he, 'a hole and a desert--I'm not making a single Krone the whole day now,' says he."
The words of her poem, long since, he supposed, blotted from his memory, suddenly returned to him: ‘O, desolate mother, O, Erin, When shall the pulse of thy life which but flutters in Connacht Throb through thy meadows and boglands and mountains and cities?’