Thy awful height, Bolerium, is not loved By busy Man, and no one wanders there Save he who follows Nature,--he who seeks Amidst thy crags and storm-beat rocks to find The marks of changes teaching the great laws That raised the globe from chaos; or he whose soul Is warm with fire poetic,--he who feels When Nature smiles in beauty, or sublime Rises in majesty,--he who can stand Unawed upon thy summit, clad in tempests, And view with raptured mind the roaring deep Rise o'er thy foam-clad base, while the black cloud Bursts with the fire of Heaven-- He whose heart Is warm with love and mercy,--he whose eye Drops the bright tear when anxious Fancy paints Upon his mind the image of the Maid, The blue-eyed Maid who died beneath thy surge. Where yon dark cliff[13] o'ershadows the blue main, THEORA died amidst the stormy waves, And on its feet the sea-dews wash'd her corpse, And the wild breath of storms shook her black locks. Young was THEORA; bluer was her eye Than the bright azure of the moonlight night; Fair was her cheek as is the ocean cloud Red with the morning ray. Amidst the groves, And greens, and nodding rocks that overhang The grey Killarney, pass'd her morning days Bright with the beams of joy. To solitude, To Nature, and to God, she gave her youth; Hence were her passions tuned to harmony. Her azure eye oft glisten'd with the tear Of sensibility, and her soft cheek Glow'd with the blush of rapture. Hence, she loved To wander 'midst the green-wood, silver'd o'er By the bright moonbeam. Hence, she loved the rocks Crown'd with the nodding ivy, and the lake Fair with the purple morning, and the sea Expansive mingling with the arched sky. Kindled by Genius, in her bosom glow'd The sacred fire of Freedom. Hence, she scorn'd The narrow laws of custom that control Her feeble sex. Great in her energies, She roam'd the fields of Nature, scann'd the laws That move the ruling atoms, changing still, Still rising into life. Her eagle eye, Piercing the blue immensity of space, Held converse with the lucid sons of Heaven, The day-stars of creation, or pursued The dusky planets rolling round the Sun, And drinking in his radiance light and life. Such was the Maiden! Such was she who fled Her native shores. Dark in the midnight cloud, When the wild blast upon its pinions bore The dying shrieks of Erin's injured sons,[14] She 'scaped the murderer's arm. The British bark Bore her across the ocean. From the West The whirlwind rose, the fire-fraught clouds of Heaven Were mingled with the wave. The shatter'd bark Sunk at thy feet, Bolerium, and the white surge