|Margaret Deborah Cookesley (1844-1927) |
Cartwright Hall Art Gallery
RICH and rare were the gems she wore,
And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore;
But, O, her beauty was far beyond
Her sparkling gems or snow-white wand.
“Lady! dost thou not fear to stray,
So lone and lovely, through this bleak way?
Are Erin’s sons so good or so cold
As not to be tempted by woman or gold?”
“Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm,
No son of Erin will offer me harm;
For though they love woman and golden store,
Sir Knight! they love honor and virtue more!”
On she went, and her maiden smile
In safety lighted her round the green isle;
And blest forever is she who relied
Upon Erin’s honor and Erin’s pride!
Introductorio, Rich and Rare Were the Gems She Wore, por Thomas Moore (1779–1852).
Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes, Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79, editado por Wadsworth Longfellow.