Maiden-poet, come with me <br />To the heaped up cairn of Maeve, <br />And there we'll dance a fairy dance <br />Upon a fairy's grave. <br /> <br />In and out among the trees, <br />Filling all the night with sound, <br />The morning, strung upon her star, <br />Shall chase us round and round. <br /> <br /> <br />What are we but fairies too, <br />Living but in dreams alone, <br />Or, at the most, but children still, <br />Innocent and overgrown ?<br /><br />Francis Ledwidge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fairies-13/
