The Fairy Music
Nora Hopper Chesson
1871 to 1906
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There's many feet on the moor to-night, and they so light as they turn and pass,
So and true that they shake no dew from the and the Hungry grass.
I drank no sup I broke no crumb of their food, but dumb their feast sat I,
For their dancing feet their piping sweet, now I sit and greet till I'm like to die.
Oh kind, kind folk, to words you spoke I shut my ears and I not hear,
And now all day what my kin say falls sad and strange on my careless —
For I'm listening, listening, all day long a fairy song that is blown to me,
the broom and the canna's bloom, and I know doom of the Ceol-Sidhe.
I take no care for bee or bird, for a voice I've heard is sweeter yet,
My wheel stands idle: at or bridal apart I stand and my prayers forget.
When Ulick speaks of my wild-rose cheeks, and his love seeks out my heart that's cold,
I no care though he speaks me fair for the love casts out the love that's old.
I no care for the blessed prayer, for my mother's or my mother's call.
There ever rings in ear, and sings, a voice more dear and more than all.
Cold, cold's my breast, and broke's rest, and O it's blest to be dead I'd be,
Held safe and fast from the fairy blast, deaf at last to the Ceol-Sidhe!