A sunless maze of tangled lanes enfold The magic dwellings of the forest race, Whose hidden shapes are flames that leave no trace At mid-moon when the Druid's dream is told; The shadows of enchanted orchards hold Red thatch of wings and woad-stained doors that face The wandering stars, and guard the secret place Where faery women thread their warps with gold. The dragon knight shall lose his strength of hand Nor ever raise his long leaf-shapen shield, If he but follow where the white deer roam; And never will the mariner reach land When harps ring seaward as the dawn fires yield The golden caer upon the ninth wave's foam. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BOATMAN OF KINSALE by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS THE HEMLOCK by EMILY DICKINSON SATIRE: 1 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS BRUCE CONSULTS HIS MEN by JOHN BARBOUR WHITSUNDAY 1644 by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE OUTLAW by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS EAGER SPRING by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |