The golden hill where long-forgotten kings Keep lonely watch upon their feasting-floor Is silent now, -- the Dagda's harp no more Makes sun and moon move to its murmurous strings; And never in the leafy star-led Springs Will Caer and Aengus haunt the river shore, For deep beneath an ogham-carven door Dust dulls the dew-white wonder of their wings. Yet one may linger loving the lost dream -- The magic of the heart that cannot die, Although the Rood destroy the quicken rods; To him, through earth and air and hollow stream Wild music winds, as two swans wheeling cry Above the cromlech of the vanished gods. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EPITAPH ON A HARE by WILLIAM COWPER ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT A BALLAD OF LONDON (TO H.W. MASSINGHAM) by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE FOR THE YOUNGEST by CHARLES WESLEY MAGIC TOURS by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |