My young love said to me: My mother won't mind, <br />And my father won't slight you for your lack of kind. <br />She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say: <br />It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day! <br />Then she stepped away from me, and she moved thru the Faire, <br />And so fondly I watched her move here and move there; <br />At last she turned homeward, with one star awake, <br />As the Swan in the evening moves over the lake. <br />Last night she came to me, my dead love came in, <br />And so soft did she move that her feet made no din; <br />She put her arms 'round me; these words she did say: <br />It will not be long, love, 'til our wedding day!<br /><br />Padraic Colum<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-moved-through-the-faire/
