An Trá Bhán

The boat had touched this silver strand, Just as the hunter left his stand, And stood concealed amid the brake To view this Lady of the Lake. The maiden paused, as if again She thought to catch the distant strain, With head up-raised, and look intent, And eye and ear attentive bent, And locks flung back, and lips apart, Like monument of Grecian art. In listening mood she seemed to stand, The guardian Naiad of the strand.

This digital matte painting is part of The Magic of Ireland project: https://books.apple.com/us/book/the-magic-of-ireland/id930717706