These are the cliffs, proving Ireland's finite edge,
Steep slabs, rugged hearts of olden things, of all forgot.
We tremble at the slope, skirting these stormy world rims.
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We tremble at the slope, skirting these stormy world rims..... excellent poetic imagination...