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Little Sister, whom the Fay Hides away within his doon, Deep below yon seeding fern, Oh, list and learn my magic tune. Long ago, when snared like thee By the shee, my harp and I O'er them wove the slumber spell, Warbling well its lullaby. Till with dreamy smiles they sank, Rank on rank, before the strain; And I rose from out the rath, And found my path to earth again. Little Sister, to my woe Hid below among the Shee, List and learn the magic tune, That it full soon may succour thee | |||||||||||||||||
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The dusk is calm, your eyes are cold The ferns grow full in curling fronds The path is straight, the trees are dense Your faeries touch the damp-edged ponds The moon is full and stars are bright You've found here what it always takes The grass is soft, the air is sweet Your faeries swim in lucid lakes The night pulls on in blighted dreams You find you have no other choice Your mind sinks deep in follied fear Your faeries sing in unsure voice The pre-dawn light is grim and veiled In seething hate and frozen blood The clouds are harsh and bringing rain Your faeries sink into the mud The sun is rising, the sparrows squawk Echoing words of mindless fools You sink into a dark cocoon Your faeries drown in stagnant pools | |||||||||||||||||
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It is by yonder thorn that I saw the fairy host (O low night wind, O wind of the west!) My love rode by, there was gold upon his brow, And since that day I can neither eat nor rest. I dare not pray lest I should forget his face (O black north wind blowing cold beneath the sky!) His face and his eyes shine between me and the sun: If I may not be with him I would rather die. They tell me I am cursed and I will lose my soul, (O red wind shrieking o're the thorn-grown dun!) But he is my love and I go to him to-night, Who rides when the thorn glistens white beneath the moon. He will call my name and lift me to his breast, (Blow soft O wind 'neath the stars of the south!) I care not for heaven and I fear not hell If I have but the kisses of his proud red mouth. | |||||||||||||||||
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