The following are some pieces of poetry that reflect on Burrishoole abbey " Roofless, doorless, monkless"

Authors unknown.

Burrishoole Abbey

There is a temple in ruin stands

Fashioned by long-forgotten hands

Two or three columns, and many a stone,

Marble and granite, with grass o'ergrown

A Pilgrim's Last Request

Many altars are in Banba,

Many chancels hung in white

Many schools and many abbeys

Glorious in Our Father's sight;

Yet! Whene'er I go a pilgrim

Back, dear holy isle, to thee,

May my filial footsteps bear me

To that abbey beside the sea -

To that abbey roofless, doorless,

shrineless, monkless, though it be.

A Legend Of Burrishoole

One morning all alone,

Out of his convent of grey stone

Into the forest older, darker, greyer,

His lips moving as if in prayer,

His head sunken upon his breast

As in a dream of rest

Walked the monk.