She stands a moment in the sun, Athwart her harsh land’s red and green - Hands of a serf, and warrior eyes Of some flame-sceptred Irish queen - One moment, still. A little sob Shakes parted lips… more →
Elizabeth Welshwrote 10 months ago: She stands a moment in the sun, Athwart her harsh land’s red and green - Hands of a serf, and … more →