Rich and rare were the gems she wore, <br />And a bright gold ring on her wand she bore; <br />But oh! her beauty was far beyond <br />Her sparkling gems, or snow-white wand. <br /> <br />"Lady! dost thou not fear to stray, <br />So lone and lovely through this bleak way? <br />Are Erin's sons so good or so cold, <br />As not to be tempted by woman or gold?" <br /> <br />"Sir Knight! I feel not the least alarm, <br />No son of Erin will offer me harm: -- <br />For though they love woman and golden store, <br />Sir Knight! they love honour and virtue more!" <br /> <br />On she went, and her maiden smile <br />In safety lighted her round the green isle; <br />And blest for ever is she who relied <br />Upon Erin's honour and Erin's pride.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rich-and-rare-were-the-gems-she-wore/
