For she was ever brave and bold.
For she was ever young and old,
beloved and bonny ,
ever canny and kind,
brimming with wise whispers,
on fire to defend,
guided, unguarded,
sovereign and victorious.
None more true
and none more fair.
Well garbed in her armour
of nakedness and grace.
Seldom to tell of her starlight craft.
Seldom to speak of her holy heart.

By Uriel