Occulta Poem by Joseph Mary Plunkett

Crowns and imperial purple, thrones of gold,
Onyx and sard and blazing diadems,
Lazuli and hyacinth and powerful gems
Undreamt of even in Babylon of old
May for a price be given, bought and sold,
Bartered for silver as was Bethlehem’s—
And yet a Splendour lives that price contemns
Since Five loud Tongues a deeper worth have told.

Braver is she than ruby, far more wise
Even than burning sapphire, than emerald
Anchored more strongly to impalpable skies—
Upon a diamond pinnacle enwalled
The banners blaze, and “Victor” she is called,
Youthful, with laughter in her twilit eyes.