Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
IrelandDora Sigerson Shorter (18661918)
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And the mould of His hand,
That you shook ’neath His stroke,
That you trembled and broke
To this beautiful land.
A brown tumult of wings,
Till the wind on the sea
Bore the strange melody
Of an island that sings.
You in purple and gold,
You in silver and green,
Till no eye that has seen
Without love can behold.
In the path of the past,
With the white breath of flowers,
With the best of God’s hours,
I have left you at last.