Lonely church­yard where Michael Furey lay buried

This is the inscription on the mausoleum of Michael Bodkin in Rahoon cemetery. He courted Nora Barnacle, died of consumption, and was immortalised by James Joyce in "The Dead." A life well lived.

I've quoted it more than once before, but it is worth repeating:

"Yes, the news­pa­pers were right: snow was gen­eral all over Ire­land. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, fur­ther west­wards, softly falling into the dark muti­nous Shan­non waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely church­yard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and head­stones, on the spears of the lit­tle gate, on the bar­ren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the uni­verse and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the liv­ing and the dead."

Some grave issues downloading photos from one of my flash cards is preventing back blipping. All are safe though, and will be up at some point when I figure it all out.