Mair Enchanted Poem by Sophia White

Mair roved the heath'ry, rolling hills
That danced above the sea
And played the silver harp so sweet
Beneath a lone yew tree.

Her high cheek like rosen blooms
Her eye a velvet blue
Her locks the deepest crackling black
Her lips a crimson hue.

Mair played her harp and walked the hills
Her soul was ever singing
Her song did court the wilding sea
And set the sky a-ringing.

She sang of heroes spun in gold
She sang of highwaymen
She sang of maidens passing fair
She sang of Oberon.

Mair made the heavens clash with joy
Her song enchanted thunder
And with her lilting melody
Could tear the skies asunder.

Her voice like moonlight spun to sound
Her voice like flowing light
Her voice like rivers rushing down
Her voice like mountains' might.

Mair lulled the sea to dreamless sleep
Whene'er her voice turned soft
Her whispers rose from pale green hills
To craggy mountain loft.

Her song a chant for dying kings
Her song a lightning thread
Her song a lullaby to live
Long after the world is dead.