The land was ours before we were the land's. She was our land more than a hundred years Before we were her people.
She stands an instant in the sun Athwart her harsh land's red and green Hands of a serf, and warrior eyes Of some flame-sceptred Irish queen. ? As if she does not care that life Has reft the jewels from her hair But grieves that menial needs and base Were those that left her palace bare.Robin pseudonym of IrisGuiver Wilkinson Hyde
When rowan leaves are dank and rusting And rowan berries red as blood, When in my palm the hangman's thrusting The final nail with bony thud, When, over the foul flooding river, Upon the wet grey height, I toss Before my land's grim looks, and shiver As I swing here upon the cross, Then, through the blood and weeping, stretches My dying sight to space remote; I see upon the river’s reaches Christ sailing to me in a boat.alexander blok
Up rose the wild old winter-king, and shook his beard of snow; "I hear the first young hare-bell ring, 'Tis time for me to go! Northward o'er the icy rocks, northward o'er the sea, my daughter comes with sunny locks, This land's too warm for me!"charles godfrey leland