bethmoora's

Updated: May 25, 2025

But my thoughts are far off with Bethmoora in her loneliness, whose gates swing to and fro. To and fro they swing, and creak and creak in the wind, but no one hears them. They are of green copper, very lovely, but no one sees them now. The desert wind pours sand into their hinges, no watchman comes to ease them. No guard goes round Bethmoora's battlements, no enemy assails them.

Baron Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett Dunsany - A Dreamer's Tales

And in the evening, just before the lights come out and colours change, they appeared before Bethmoora's copper gates. They carried staves, such as messengers bear in those lands, and seemed sombrely clad when the dancers all came round them with their green and lilac dresses.

Baron Edward John Moreton Drax Plunkett Dunsany - A Dreamer's Tales