Here you will find thePoemBird Of Paradiseof poet Padraic Colum
WITH sapphire for her crown, And with the Libyan wine For lustre of her eyes; With azure on her feet As though she trod the skies; Then iris for her vest, Rose, ebony, and flame (The bird that Camoens Won for his golden lay), She lives a thing enthralled. In forests that are old, As old as is the Moon.
