Dark o’er the foam-white waves,
The giants’ pier the war of tempests braves,
A far projecting, firm, basaltic way
Of clustering columns wedged in dense array;
With skill so like, yet so surpassing art,
With such design, so just in every part,
That reason pauses, doubtful if it stand
The work of mortal, or immortal hand.
(Taken from the poem ‘The Giant’s Causeway’ by William Hamilton Drummond)
This formation along the coast of Antrim may have left the ancient Irish baffled; and why wouldn’t it? For long now, even modern scientists have been baffled by this formation.
Thackeray, when he visited the region, was impressed by the strangeness and the vagueness of this place. These were his exact words –
‘When the world was molded and fashioned out of formless chaos, this must have been the bit over – a remnant [...]