Iseult of Ireland

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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"Iseult" and "Iseult," 
"Iseult" all day, 
Yammer and cry the gulls that fly 
Tintagel way. 

Tristram and Iseult — 
Ivy and rose, 
Twist there and make for old sake's sake 
The knot Love knows. 

Ivy o'er Iseult 
Clambers and clings: 
The wind that blows Tristram's rose 
Folds there his wings. 

Larks over Iseult 
Sweet service say, 
And lovers' feet are fain to meet 
Tintagel way. 

High over Iseult's, 
Though his grave be, 
There lies a doom on Arthur's tomb 
That none may see. 

"Tristram and Iseult" 
Love sets to rhyme: 
Shall they not rise pure in Love's eyes 
In his good time?