WITH sapphire for her crown, <br />And with the Libyan wine <br />For lustre of her eyes; <br />With azure on her feet <br />As though she trod the skies; <br />Then iris for her vest, <br />Rose, ebony, and flame <br />(The bird that Camoens <br />Won for his golden lay), <br />She lives a thing enthralled. <br />In forests that are old, <br />As old as is the Moon.<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bird-of-paradise-2/
