So the night through In our sad pleasure We dance to many a measure That earth never knew. SEUMAS O'SULLIVAN T FAERIES' SONG HE wind blows out of the gates of the day, The wind blows over the lonely of heart, And the lonely of heart is withered away, While the fairies dance in a place apart, Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring, Tossing their milk-white arms in the air; For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing Of a land where even the old are fair, And even the wise are merry of tongue; But I heard a reed of Coolany say, "When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung, The lonely of heart is withered away." WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS H ECHO OW see you Echo? When she calls I see Her pale face looking down through some great tree, Whose world of green is like a moving sea, I see her with a white face like a mask, Her eyes are green, With a silver sheen, And she mocks the thing you ask. "O Echo!" (hear the children calling) "are you there?" "Where?".... When the wind blows over the hill, She hides with a vagrant will, And call you may loud, and call you may long, She lays finger on lip when the winds are strong, And for all your pains she is still. But when young plants spring, and the chiff-chaffs sing, And the scarlet capped woodpecker flies through the vale, She is out all day, Through the fragrant May, To babble and tattle her Yea and Nay. "O Echo!" (still the children call) "where are you? where?" "Air". PAMELA TENNANT LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms, The sedge has withered from the lake, O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms I see a lily on thy brow With anguish moist and fever dew, I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful-a fairy's child, Her hair was long, her foot was light, I made a garland for her head, And bracelets, too, and fragrant zone; |