by Alfred Perceval Graves (1846 - 1931)

More of Cloyne
Language: English 
Little sister, whom the Fay
Hides away within his doon,
Deep below you 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.

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This text was added to the website: 2016-09-13
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