THEY chained her fair young body to the cold and cruel stone; The beast begot of sea and slime had marked her for his own; The callous world beheld the wrong, and left her there alone. Base caitiffs who belied her, false kinsmen who denied her, Ye left her there alone! My Beautiful, they left thee in thy peril and thy pain; The night that hath no morrow was brooding on the main: But, lo! a light is breaking of hope for thee again; 'T is Perseus' sword a-flaming, thy dawn of day proclaiming Across the western main. O Ireland! O my country! he comes to break thy chain! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1839) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE RIME OF THE ANCIENT MARINER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE CLERICAL OPPRESSORS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER I SHALL HAVE PEACE AGAIN (WRITTEN AFTER READING 'RIDERS TO THE SEA' by FLORA LOUISE BAILEY |