I met a Fairy in the Dawn, As supple as a slender rush, For she had her dancing slippers on And she had the ankles of a thrush. The pollen from her red lusmores Had waxed a web of gossamer, And all the music out of doors Began to play a tune for her. Each leaf was moving on its twig, And twigs upon their branches shook, While the Fairy stepped a Gaelic jig I cannot find in any book. And thrushes up among the oaks Sang morning songs with such a grace, That the earthly echoes seemed to coax The skylarks from their heavenly place. Oh! gayly did the Fairy dance On the web beneath the red lusmores Nor did she see the sun advance To the music heard but out of doors. So the cuckoo called the merry Elf, And I awoke by Clodagh's stream; Yet, if I had a dream itself, I did not have a deaf man's dream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR THE FALLEN (SEPTEMBER 1914) by LAURENCE BINYON ALL IS VANITY, SAITH THE PREACHER' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON MONTEREY [SEPTEMBER 23, 1846] by CHARLES FENNO HOFFMAN STRANGE MEETINGS: 10 by HAROLD MONRO THE LUTE OBEYS by THOMAS WYATT A GULL GOES UP by LEONIE ADAMS |