Ireland's Beauty

Nature, Beauty and Style. Irish people and the natural elements are never far apart. Irish-made products reflect this harmonious tie, all coming from a world where natural beauty reigns supreme. A world where the natural wonders are given due respect, where ancient woods and hidden gems can tell their mystical tales. The age-old traditions prevail in modern times, reflecting notions of change here and there, reflecting a true Irish heritage, beauty and pride. It's all in the nature of Ireland.

FAR hence, amid an isle of wondrous beauty,
Crouching over a grave, an ancient, sorrowful mother,
Once a queen—now lean and tatter’d, seated on the ground,
Her old white hair drooping dishevel’d round her shoulders;
At her feet fallen an unused royal harp,
Long silent—she too long silent—mourning her shrouded hope and heir;
Of all the earth her heart most full of sorrow, because most full of love.

Yet a word, ancient mother;
You need crouch there no longer or the cold ground, with forehead between your knees;
O you need not sit there, veil’d in your old white hair, so dishevel’d;
For know you, the one you mourn is not in that grave;
It was an illusion—the heir, the son you love, was not really dead;
The Lord is not dead—he is risen again, young and strong, in another country;
Even while you wept there by your fallen harp, by the grave,
What you wept for, was translated, pass’d from the grave,
The winds favor’d, and the sea sail’d it,
And now with rosy and new blood,
Moves to-day in a new country.