This poem by Irish Poet Austin Clarke reminds so much of my Auntie Eileen and how beautiful she is, Love you always, fly high, Love Sandra. The Planters Daughter: Austin Clarke When night stirred at sea, And the fire brought a crowd in They say that her beauty Was music in mouth And few in the candlelight Thought her too proud, For the house of the planter Is known by the trees. Men that had seen her Drank deep and were silent, The women were speaking Wherever she went — As a bell that is rung Or a wonder told shyly And O she was the Sunday In every week.