Ballads of Irish chivalry By Robert Dwyer Joyce: Edited, with Annotations, by his brother P. W. Joyce |
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SONG OF THE FOREST FAIRY. |
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SONG OF THE FOREST FAIRY.
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Where the gold moss hangs on the mighty oak,Where never was heard the woodman's stroke,
In the ancient woods
Where the wild deer bide—
Where the heron broods
By the lakelet's side,
Morn, noon, and eve, in the rosy air,
We dance and sport full merrily there.
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At night in a glade of the brightest green,We meet with glad homage our youthful queen.
There in revel and feast
We spend the night,
Or in balmy rest
Till the morning light;
Or out on the greensward smooth and fair,
We dance and sport so merrily there.
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III
'Tis glorious to see the globes of dewBy the red beams of morn pierced through and through;
Tis sweet to peer
Where the wild-flower gleams,
And sweeter to hear
The birds and the streams;
And sweeter than all in the blue, bright air,
To dance and sport so merrily there!
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