 | Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 |  |
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A SONG.
[What though no more their emerald rings]
What though no more their emerald rings
The fairies trace on dewy green?
What though no more their tiny wings
Are glittering in the moonlight seen?
Their memory haunts each glade and dell,
And lovers, roaming hand in hand,
At love's own hour confess the spell,
And feel themselves in Fairy Land.
The fairies trace on dewy green?
What though no more their tiny wings
Are glittering in the moonlight seen?
Their memory haunts each glade and dell,
And lovers, roaming hand in hand,
At love's own hour confess the spell,
And feel themselves in Fairy Land.
What though in Scottish barn no more
The Brownie plies his friendly flail?
What though on Ireland's wilder shore
Is hushed the Banshee's warning wail?
The sweetest bards have sung their praise
On Albion's hills and Erin's strand;
And those who list their witching lays,
Still feel themselves in Fairy Land.
The Brownie plies his friendly flail?
What though on Ireland's wilder shore
Is hushed the Banshee's warning wail?
The sweetest bards have sung their praise
On Albion's hills and Erin's strand;
And those who list their witching lays,
Still feel themselves in Fairy Land.
| Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 | |