At twilight on a lonely cattle trail, Led by the star that was the shepherds' guide, With sunset in her brown-gold hair moves Bride, Snowy her kirtle, crocus-white her veil; Far down the windy pastures of the Gael A herald-cry drifts from the mountain side -- The salmon leap within the ice-blue tide, The flowers of Mary quicken in the dale. Then while the forest harps ring with her name, Fairer than Brighid crowned with earth's old fire She walks among the lambs of dewy fleece; And with a lovelier light than Spring's green flame Across dim ferny thatch and wattled byre Her shadow falls, and wild hearts know its peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAST SONNET (REVISED VERSION) by JOHN KEATS THE ENTHUSIAST, OR, THE LOVER OF NATURE by JOSEPH WARTON THE FIRST BREAK by ALEXANDER ANDERSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 67. AS-SAMAD by EDWIN ARNOLD MOCK EPITAPH ON MR. AND MRS. ESTLIN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |