Nymph, O lady I desire br In Oisin’s eyes I see you there, br Akin with faery mien and enchantments, br Magically lit tresses of gold, br Holding your quintessence. br br O! never could you be so tainted, br ‘Tis true forever, your beauty not painted. br Revived goddess of the Black Rose, br Even now your beauty goes br Galloping forth into the mist, br And every lord and king looking for a kiss. But, br Never your touch to experience.