Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG OF THE FOREST FAIRY, by ROBERT DWYER JOYCE


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First Line: Where the gold moss hangs on the mighty oak
Last Line: To dance and sport so merrily there!
Subject(s): Fairies; Elves


WHERE the gold moss hangs on the mighty oak,
Where never was heard the woodman's stroke,
In the ancient woods
Where the wild deer bide --
Where the heron broods
By the lakelet's side,
Morn, noon, and eve, in the rosy air,
We dance and sport full merrily there.

At night in a glade of the brightest green,
We meet with glad homage our youthful queen.
There in revel and feast
We spend the night,
Or in balmy rest
Till the morning light;
Or out on the greensward smooth and fair,
We dance and sport so merrily there.

'Tis glorious to see the globes of dew
By the red beams of morn pierced through and through;
'Tis sweet to peer
Where the wild-flower gleams,
And sweeter to hear
The birds and the streams;
And sweeter than all in the blue, bright air,
To dance and sport so merrily there!





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