THE rushes nod by the river As the winds on the loud waves go, And the things they nod of are many, For it's many the secret they know. And I thin, they are wise as the fairies Who lived ere the hills were high, They nod so grave by the river To everyone passing by. If they would tell me their secrets I would go by a hidden way, To the rath when the moon retiring Dips dim horns into the gray. And a fairy-girl out of Leinster In a long dance I should meet, My heart to her heart beating, My feet in rhyme with her feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAROL: NEW STYLE by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TANGENTIAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OH! WEEP FOR THOSE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON A SEA DIALOGUE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES OPPORTUNITY by NICCOLO MACHIAVELLI THE KING OF DENMARK'S RIDE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON |