Where the water whispers 'mid the shadowy rowan-trees I have heard the Hidden People like the hum of swarming bees: And when the moon has risen and the brown burn glisters grey I have seen the Green Host marching in laughing disarray. Dalua then must sure have blown a sudden magic air Or with the mystic dew have sealed my eyes from seeing fair: For the great Lords of Shadow who tread the deeps of night Are no frail puny folk who move in dread of mortal sight. For sure Dalua laughed alow, Dalua the fairy Fool, When with his wildfire eyes he saw me 'neath the rowan-shadowed pool: His touch can make the chords of life a bitter jangling tune, The false glows true, the true glows false, beneath his moontide rune. The laughter of the Hidden Host is terrible to hear, The Hounds of Death would harry me at lifting of a spear: Mayhap Dalua made for me the hum of swarming bees And sealed my eyes with dew beneath the shadowy rowan-trees. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOATS IN A FOG by ROBINSON JEFFERS JOHN CHARLES FREMONT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TWELVE SONNETS: 6 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) DIRGE FOR A YOUNG MAIDEN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE DRUG-SHOP, OR, ENDYMION IN EDMONSTOUN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE GEOGRAPHER'S GLORY; OR, THE GLOBE IN 1730 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A DREAM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |