LUGH made a stir in the air With his sword of cries, And fairies thro' hidden ways Came from the skies, And their spells withered up the fair And vanquished the wise. And old lame Balor came down With his gorgon eye Hidden behind its lid, Old, withered and dry. He looked on the wattle town, And the town passed by. These things I know in my dreams, The crying sword of Lugh, And Balor's ancient eye Searching me through, Withering up my songs And my pipe yet new. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAIDEN QUEEN: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 98. HE AND I by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI ENOCH ARDEN by ALFRED TENNYSON TO CYNTHIA GONE INTO THE COUNTRY by PHILIP AYRES POLYHYMNIA: L'ENVOY by WILLIAM BASSE BLIND FOLK by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE LETTER by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |