Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FATE, by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE


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First Line: Lugh made a stir in the air
Last Line: And my pipe yet new.
Subject(s): Fate; Destiny


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.





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