MAEVE held a ball on the dun, Cuculain and Eimer were there, In the light of an old broken moon I was dancing with Deirdre the fair How loud was the laughter of Finn As he blundered about thro' a reel, Tripping up Caoilte the thin, Or jostling the dreamy Aleel. And when the dance ceased for a song, How sweet was the singing of Fand, We could hear her far, wandering along, My hand in that beautiful hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE PARTING by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE COLIN AND LUCY by THOMAS TICKELL WITH COLORS GAY by HOWARD S. ABBOTT THE BOOK OF THE LETTER, SELECTION by ABRAHAM ABULAFIA MY LITTLE CAPE COD MAIDEN by KATHERINE FINNIGAN ANDERSON |