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Beside the saffron of a curtain lit	A
With broidered flowers below a golden fringe	B
That on her silver shoulder made a glow	C
Like the sun kissing lilies in the dawn	D
She sat my Irish love slim light and tall	E
Between his mighty paws her stag hound held	F
Love jealous he the foam of her pale robes	G
Rare laces of her land and his red eyes	H
Half lov'd me grown familiar at her side	I
Half pierc'd me doubting my soul's right to stand	J
His lady's wooer in the courts of Love	K
Above her knitted silver fell a web	L
Of light from waxen tapers slipping down	M
First to the wide winged star of em'ralds set	N
On the black crown with its blue burnish'd points	O
Of raven light thence fonder to the cheek	P
O'er which flew drifts of rose leaves wild and rich	Q
With lilied pauses in the wine red flight	R
For when I whispered like a wind in June	S
My whisper toss'd the roses to and fro	C
In her dear face and when I paus'd they lay	T
Still in her heart Then lower fell the light	R
A silver chisel cutting the round arm	U
Clear from the gloom and dropped like dew	V
On the crisp lily di'mond clasp'd that lay	T
In happy kinship on her pure proud breast	W
And thence it sprang like Cupid nimble wing'd	X
To the quaint love ring on her finger bound	Y
And set it blazing like a watch fire lit	A
To guard a treasure Then up sprang the flame	Z
Mad for her eyes but those grey worlds were deep	A2
In seas of native light and when I spoke	B2
They wander'd shining to the shining moon	S
That gaz'd at us between the parted folds	C2
Of yellow rich with gold and daffodils	D2
Dropping her silver cloak on Innisfail	T
O worlds those eyes there Laughter lightly toss'd	E2
His gleaming cymbals Large and most divine	F2
Pity stood in their crystal doors with hands	G2
All generous outspread in their pure depths	H2
Mov'd Modesty chaste goddess snow white of brow	I2
And shining vestal limbs rose fronted stood	J2
Blushing yet strong young Courage knightly in	K2
His virgin arms and simple russet Truth	L2
Play'd like a child amongst her tender thoughts	M2
Thoughts white as daisies snow'd upon the lawn	D
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Unheeded Dante on the cushion lay	T
His golden clasps yet lock'd no poet tells	N2
The tale of Love with such a wizard tongue	O2
That lovers slight dear Love himself to list	P2
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Our wedding eve and I had brought to her	Q2
The jewels of my house new set for her	Q2
As I did set the immemorial pearl	T
Of our old honour in the virgin gold	R2
Of her high soul with grave and well pleased eyes	H
And critic lips and kissing finger tips	S2
She prais'd the bright tiara and its train	T2
Of lesser splendours nor blush'd nor smil'd	U2
They were but fitting pages to her state	V2
And had no tongues to speak between our souls	W2
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But I would have her smile ripe for me then	X2
Swift treasure of a moment so I laid	Y2
Between her palms a little simple thing	Z2
A golden heart grav'd with my name alone	A3
And round it twining close small shamrocks link'd	B3
Of gold mere gold no jewels made it rich	Q
Until twin di'monds shatter'd from her eyes	H
And made the red gold rare True Knight she said	C3
Your English heart with Irish shamrocks bound	Y
A golden prophet of eternal truth	L2
I said and kissed the roses of her palms	D3
And then the shy bright roses of her lips	S2
And all the jealous jewels shone forgot	E3
In necklace and tiara as I clasp'd	F3
The gold heart and its shamrocks round her neck	G3
My fair pure soul My noble Irish love	K

Isabella Valancy Crawford

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