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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 301 |
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A power of faint enchantment doth through their beings breathe, And they sink down together on the green.
They sink together silent, and, stealing side by side, They fling their lovely arms o'er their drooping necks so fair, Then vainly strive again their naked arms to hide, For their shrinking necks again are bare.
Thus clasped and prostrate all, with their heads together bowed, , Soft o'er their bosoms' beating—the only human sound — They hear the silky footsteps of the silent fairy crowd, Like a river in the air, gliding round.
No scream can any raise, no prayer can any say,
Eut wild, wild the terror of the speechless three, — For they feel fair Anna Grace drawn silently away, . By whom they dare not look to see.
They feel their tresses twine with her parting locks of gold, And the curls elastic falling as her head withdraws; They feel her sliding arms from their tranced arms unfold,
But they may not look to see the cause.
For heavy on their senses the faint enchantment lies Through all that night of anguish and perilous amaze; |
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