Little sister, whom the Fay Hides away within his Doon, Deep below yon tufted fern, Oh, list and learn my magic tune! Long ago, when snared like thee By the Shee, my harp and I O'er them wove the slumber spell, Warbling well its lullaby. Till with dreamy smiles they sank, Rank on rank before the strain; Then I rose from out the rath And found my path to earth again. Little sister, to my woe, Hid below among the Shee, List, and learn my magic tune, That it full soon may succour thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE SPARROW HARK IN THE RAIN (ALEXANDER STEPHENS HEARS NEWS) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND PRAYER TO THE OCEAN by GEORGE SANTAYANA |