It’s a Sorley MacLean verse, taken from this truly wonderful 2011 'Collected Poems' – if you haven’t got the pictured volume, you need to find a copy soon … every single page is a total poetic delight :-)
‘Poems to Eimhir’ LIV
Camhanaich / Dawn
You were dawn on the Cuillin and benign day on the Clarach, the sun on his elbow in the golden stream and the white rose that breaks the horizon.
Glitter of sails on a sunlit firth, blue of the sea and the aureate sky, the young morning in your head of hair and in your clear lovely cheeks.
My jewel of dawn and night your face and your dear kindness, though the grey stake of misfortune is thrust through the breast of my young morning.