They call it the Luck of Edenhall.
Then said the Lord: “This glass to praise,
Fill with red wine from Portugal!”
The greybeard with trembling hand obeys;
A purple light shines over all,
It beams from the Luck of Edenhall.
Then speaks the Lord, and waves it light:
“This glass of flashing crystal tall
Gave to my sires the Fountain-Sprite;
She wrote in it, If this glass doth fall,