| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 971. Andromeda |
| | | By James Jeffrey Roche |
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| THEY chained her fair young body to the cold and cruel stone; | |
| The beast begot of sea and slime had marked her for his own; | |
| The callous world beheld the wrong, and left her there alone. | |
| Base caitiffs who belied her, false kinsmen who denied her, | |
| Ye left her there alone! | 5 |
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| My Beautiful, they left thee in thy peril and thy pain; | |
| The night that hath no morrow was brooding on the main: | |
| But, lo! a light is breaking of hope for thee again; | |
| ’T is Perseus’ sword a-flaming, thy dawn of day proclaiming | |
| Across the western main. | 10 |
| O Ireland! O my country! he comes to break thy chain! | |
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