Merlin, Merlin's gone away With a limmer witch for spouse, He's gone to spend a sorry year In the Queen o' Fairies' house. For gear he's took the sapphie bird Wi' the bubble in his throat, His hat was prinked wi' the wee wet flowers That gaud daft April's coat. Sunny-cold the bold wind blew As he strode off down the hill, His red cloak bellied out and swirled, His eyes burned gray and chill. For promise of a warm high bed And rich renewing drink He's footed it to Fairyland Where love's the only swink. He's gone away, and not alone -- Brightly, O he sinned! His red cloak glimmers on the thorn And his laughter on the wind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE WOMEN WITH FABLED HAIR by MADELINE DEFREES IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHEN I RISE UP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE AWAKENING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |