MAIDEN-POET, come with me To the heaped up cairn of Maeve, And there we'll dance a fairy dance Upon a fairy's grave. In and out among the trees, Filling all the night with sound, The morning, strung upon her star, Shall chase us round and round. What are we but fairies too, Living but in dreams alone, Or, at the most, but children still, Innocent and overgrown? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS MEDIOCRITY IN LOVE REJECTED by THOMAS CAREW EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN AN EVENING LULL by WALT WHITMAN PSALM 7; UPON WORDS OF CHUSH THE BENJAMITE; AUGUST 14, 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TALENTS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |