MAEVE held a ball on the dun, Cuculain and Eimer were there, In the light of an old broken moon I was dancing with Deirdre the fair How loud was the laughter of Finn As he blundered about thro' a reel, Tripping up Caoilte the thin, Or jostling the dreamy Aleel. And when the dance ceased for a song, How sweet was the singing of Fand, We could hear her far, wandering along, My hand in that beautiful hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HASTY PUDDING by JOEL BARLOW EXCELLENCY OF CHRIST by GILES FLETCHER THE YOUNGER LINES ON THE COTTAGE AT THE FOOT OF BOX HILL, SURREY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD STILL LIFE by ANNE MILLAY BREMER AN ELEGY OF HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |