Little sister, whom the Fay Hides away within his Doon, Deep below yon tufted 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; Then 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 my magic tune, That it full soon may succour thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN FOR MY SON, AND SPOKEN BY HIM AT HIS FIRST PUTTING ON BREECHES by MARY BARBER BEAUTY ROHTRAUT by EDUARD FRIEDRICH MORIKE THE THREE BEST THING: 1. WORK by HENRY VAN DYKE TO THE DAISY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HIS HEART, INTO A BIRD by PHILIP AYRES PATRIOTISM AND FREEDOM by JOANNA BAILLIE |