Irish Songs and Poems By William Allingham: Second Edition: With Nine Airs for Voice and Pianoforte, and a Permanent Photograph of the Waterfall of Asaroe |
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Another year, another night,(But Time, they never mark its flight)
Round about the Waterfall
The Fairies sit on rocks, and all
Sing to the pouring water's tune
And watch the setting yellow Moon.
But all together shout for joy,
See, O see! their lovely Boy
Floating swiftly down the stream;
His eyes are shut, his Boat's a Dream.
It shoots the rapids, doth not swerve
Gliding on the glassy curve
Over the thundering Fall,—away!
It rises on the rising spray,
It spreads two waving wings, it mounts
Into the morning's golden founts.
‘This Dream is ours,’ the Fairies said,
‘The Boy lies sleeping in his bed.
‘Fine Boat afloat on stream!’ they sung,
‘Fine Dream!’ they sung, till skylark rung
A matin-bell from tower of cloud,
And, silent, through his gates of gold
The Day-King's flashing chariot roll'd,—
Then vanish'd all the Fairy crowd.
Many a Dream they made for him,
Of Caves and Waves, and Moonshine dim,
Subtle thoughts and wondrous stories,
Glancing joys and coming glories,
Wild poetic Dreams of youth,
Truer far than daylight truth.
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