“And like a sunset were her lips,
A stormy sunset on doomed ships;
A citron colour gloomed in her hair,”
From The Wanderings of Oisin: Book One by W. B. Yeats.
Another quote from Jane Dougherty, of Jane Dougherty Writes.
A moonchild she
Spirit wild and free
Eyes siren, compelling
Those she may see.
After a battle she reaps the dead
Spreading blossom and blooms
Where young men fell.
Did she sink a thousand ships
With golden hair and swinging hips.
Is she of heaven or of hell
Either way she casts her spell.
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