Outside Ballybrit race course during the Galway Races, held annually in the town on the west coast of Ireland. One of the largest horse-racing festivals in the world, the week-long event has been held here since 1869. W.B. Yeats wrote a poem in its honour:
- There where the course is,
- Delight makes all of the one mind,
- The riders upon the galloping horses,
- The crowd that closes in behind:
- We, too, had good attendance once,
- Hearers and hearteners of the work;
- Aye, horsemen for companions,
- Before the merchant and the clerk
- Breathed on the world with timid breath.
- Sing on: somewhere at some new moon,
- We'll learn that sleeping is not death,
- Hearing the whole earth change its tune,
- Its flesh being wild, and it again
- Crying aloud as the racecourse is,
- And we find hearteners among men
- That ride upon horses.
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