MAIDEN-POET, come with me To the heaped up cairn of Maeve, And there we'll dance a fairy dance Upon a fairy's grave. In and out among the trees, Filling all the night with sound, The morning, strung upon her star, Shall chase us round and round. What are we but fairies too, Living but in dreams alone, Or, at the most, but children still, Innocent and overgrown? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE WRESTLING JACOB by CHARLES WESLEY THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 66. AL-I'HLAS by EDWIN ARNOLD PSALM 95 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE GOLDEN ODES OF PRE-ISLAMIC ARABIA: LEBID by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A PIPE OF TOBACCO (MR. POPE'S STYLE IMITATED) by ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE |