Sets the violet-crown in her hair,
Turns an unstained brow to the sky.

Let us stand by the earth-shaking sea
Unfurrowed by a hull,
Let us move among beeches and oaks
Unprofaned by loud speech;
Let us reverence the sacred earth
And the roar of unbridled falls
And the crash of an untamed sea,
Let us shade our eyes from the sun
And gaze through the fluttering leaves
Far, most far;
Shall we see her hill
And the marble front of her house
And herself, standing calm,
Many-coloured, triumphant, austere?