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.
1938 The Godwits Fly, ch.23. This poem is an adaptation of 'The Farmer's Wife', first published in The Desolate Star (1929).
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