In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace br Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee, br Behold her, daughter of a wandering race, br Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace, br And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty. br br With frugal skill her simple wants she tends, br She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep br On lonely meadows when the daylight ends, br Ere the quick night upon her flock descends br Like a black panther from the caves of sleep.