| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | The Others | | By Seumas OSullivan |
| | | FROM our hidden places, | |
| By a secret path, | |
| We come in the moonlight | |
| To the side of the green rath. | |
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| There the night through | 5 |
| We take our pleasure, | |
| Dancing to such a measure | |
| As earth never knew. | |
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| To dance and lilt | |
| And song without a name, | 10 |
| So sweetly chanted | |
| Twould put a bird to shame. | |
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| And many a maiden | |
| Is there, of mortal birth, | |
| Her young eyes laden | 15 |
| With dreams of earth. | |
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| Music so piercing wild | |
| And forest-sweet would bring | |
| Silence on blackbirds singing | |
| Their best in the ear of spring. | 20 |
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| And many a youth entrancèd | |
| Moves slow in the dreamy round, | |
| His brave lost feet enchanted | |
| With the rhythm of faery sound. | |
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| Oh, many a thrush and blackbird | 25 |
| Would fall to the dewy ground, | |
| And pine away in silence | |
| For envy of such a sound. | |
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| So the night through, | |
| In our sad pleasure, | 30 |
| We dance to many a measure | |
| That earth never knew. | | | | |
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