Do Not Let Any Woman Read This Verse; It Is For Men, And After Them Their Sons And Their Sons' Sons. The Time Comes When Our Hearts Sink Utterly; When We Remember Deirdre And Her Tale, And That Her Lips Are Dust. Once She Did Tread The Earth: Men Took Her Hand;. They Looked Into Her Eyes And Said Their Say, And She Replied To Them. More Than A Thousand Years It Is Since She Was Beautiful: She Trod The Waving Grass; She Saw The Clouds. A Thousand Years! The Grass Is Still The Same, The Clouds As Lovely As They Were That Time When Deirdre Was Alive. But There Has Never Been A Woman Born Who Was So Beautiful, Not One So Beautiful Of All The Women Born. Let All Men Go Apart And Mourn Together; No Man Can Ever Love Her; Not A Man Can Ever Be Her Lover. No Man Can Bend Before Her: No Man Say - What Could One Say To Her? There Are No Words That One Could Say To Her! Now She Is But A Story That Is Told Beside The Fire! No Man Can Ever Be The Friend Of That Poor Queen.