'All round Antrim and westward
Two hundred miles at Moher
Basalt stands to,
Both ocean and channel

Froth at the black locks
On Ireland. And strands
Take hissing submissions
Off Wicklow and Mayo.

Take any minute. A tide
Is rummaging in
At the foot of all fields,
All cliffs and shingles.'

From 'Shoreline' by Seamus Heaney