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THOMAS BOYD (1867- )
TO THE LEANAN SIDHE1
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HERE is thy lovely perilous abode ? In what strange phantom-land Glimmer the fairy turrets whereto rode The ill-starred poet band ?
Say, in the Isle of Youth hast thou thy home,
The sweetest singer there, Stealing on winged steed across the foam
Through the moonlit air ?
Or, where the mists of bluebell float beneath
The red stems of the pine, And sunbeams strike thro' shadow, dost thou breathe
The word that makes him thine ?
Or by the gloomy peaks of Erigal,
Haunted by storm and cloud, Wing past, and to thy lover there let fall
His singing-robe and shroud ?
Or is thy palace entered thro' some cliff
When radiant tides are full, And round thy lover's wandering, starlit skiff,
Coil in luxurious lull ?
1 Leanan Sidhe (Lenawn Shee), "The Fairy Bridev" |
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