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Padraic Colum (1881–1972).  Anthology of Irish Verse.  1922.
 
66. The Fairy Lover
 
By Moireen Fox
 
 
IT was by yonder thorn I saw the fairy host
(O low night wind, O wind of the west!)
My love rode by, there was gold upon his brow,
And since that day I can neither eat nor rest.
 
I dare not pray lest I should forget his face        5
(O black north wind blowing cold beneath the sky!)
His face and his eyes shine between me and the sun:
If I may not be with him I would rather die.
 
They tell me I am cursed and I will lose my soul,
(O red wind shrieking o’er the thorn-grown dún!)        10
But he is my love and I go to him to-night,
Who rides when the thorn glistens white beneath the moon.
 
He will call my name and lift me to his breast,
(Blow soft O wind ’neath the stars of the south!)
I care not for heaven and I fear not hell        15
If I have but the kisses of his proud red mouth.
 

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