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...THE FARMER'S BRIDE by CHARLOTTE MEW THE QUAKER GRAVEYARD by SILAS WEIR MITCHELL ON A FLY DRINKING FROM HIS CUP by WILLIAM OLDYS THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 3 by MARK AKENSIDE MOTHER HEART by NELLIE COOLEY ALDER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 42. AUGMENTED BY FAVOURABLE BLASTS by PHILIP AYRES |