The Countess of Pembroke

Yes, the sister to whom Sir Philip Sidney dedicated, indeed titled his epic Arcadia, was a poet, a very fine one in her own right.  Below, the excerpt from a translation of Psalm 46:

from "Deus noster refugium"
The Countess of Pembroke, Mary (Sidney) Herbert

Yea to the deep up boyling make
          Such watry mountains rise
As at their dashing cryes
The earthy mountains seem to shake
Yet shall a Rivers streaming joy
          With myrth wash from annoy
          The citty God hath chose
His Holy dwelling to enclose.

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