Francis Ledwidge (Фрэнсис Ледвидж)

Fairies

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? 

1. At Currabwee
2. Spring and Autumn
3. Behind the Closed Eye
4. After Court Martial
5. To a Sparrow

Rose Fyleman (Роуз Файлмен) Fairies ("THERE are fairies at the bottom of our garden!")

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