Fairies
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 ?
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge, Published by Herbert Jenkins, London 1918 [page 54-55]Poem Dated: February 6th, 1917.Words and spelling verified JSNOTE Cairn of Maeve == Maeve was the warrior Queen of Connacht in Celtic mythology. Her burial tomb / cairn is said to be in Knocknarea, Ireland
