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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391928" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lanawn Shee</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Powdered and perfumed the full bee<br>Winged heavily across the clover,<br>And where the hills were dim with dew,<br>Purple and blue the west leaned over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A willow spray dipped in the stream,<br>Moving a gleam of silver ringing,<br>And by a finny creek a maid<br>Filled all the shade with softest singing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Listening, my heart and soul at strife,<br>On the edge of life I seemed to hover,'<br>For I knew my love had come at last,<br>That my joy was past and my gladness over.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I tiptoed gently up and stooped<br>Above her looped and shining tresses,<br>And asked her of her kin and name,<br>And why she came from fairy places.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She told me of a sunny coast<br>Beyond the most adventurous sailor,<br>Where she had spent a thousand years<br>Out of the fears that now assail her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there, she told me, honey drops<br>Out of the tops of ash and willow,<br>And in the mellow shadow Sleep<br>Doth sweetly keep her poppy pillow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nor Autumn with her brown line marks<br>The time of larks, the length of roses,<br>But song-time there is over never<br>Nor flower-time ever, ever closes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And wildly through uncurling ferns<br>Fast water turns down valleys singing,<br>Filling with scented winds the dales,<br>Setting the bells of sleep a-ringing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the thin moon lowly sinks, '<br>Through cloudy chinks a silver glory<br>Lingers upon the left of night<br>Till dawn delights the meadows hoary.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And by the lakes the skies are white,<br>(Oh, the delight!) when swans are coming,<br>Among the flowers sweet joy-bells peal,<br>And quick bees wheel in drowsy humming*</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The squirrel leaves her dusty house<br>And in the boughs makes fearless gambol,<br>And, falling down in fire-drops, red,<br>The fruit is shed from every bramble.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, gathered all about the trees<br>Glad galaxies of youth are dancing,<br>Treading the perfume of the flowers,<br>Filling the hours with mazy glancing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the dance is done, the trees<br>Are left to Peace and the brown woodpecker,<br>And on the western slopes of sky<br>The day's blue eye begins to flicker.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But at the sighing of the leaves,<br>When all earth grieves for lights departed<br>An ancient and a sad desire<br>Steals in to tire the human-hearted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No fairy aid can save them now<br>Nor turn their prow upon the ocean,<br>The hundred years that missed each heart<br>Above them start their wheels in motion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so our loves are lost, she sighed,<br>And far and wide we seek new treasure,<br>For who on Time or Timeless hills<br>Can live the ills of loveless leisure ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(' Fairer than Usna's youngest son,<br>0, my poor one, what flower-bed holds you?<br>Or, wrecked upon the shores of home,<br>What wave of foam with white enfolds you ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">' You rode with kings on hills of green,<br>And lovely queens have served you banquet,<br>Sweet wine from berries bruised they brought<br>And shyly sought the lips which drank it.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">' But in your dim grave of the sea<br>There shall not be a friend to love you.<br>And ever heedless of your loss<br>The earth ships cross the storms above you.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">' And still the chase goes on, and still<br>The wine shall spill, and vacant places<br>Be given over to the new<br>As love untrue keeps changing faces.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>' And I must wander with my song<br>Far from the young till Love returning,<br>Brings me the beautiful reward<br>Of some heart stirred by my long yearning.')</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Friend, have you heard a bird lament<br>When sleet is sent for April weather ?<br>As beautiful she told her grief,<br>As down through leaf and flower I led her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And friend, could I remain unstirred<br>Without a word for such a sorrow ?<br>Say, can the lark forget the cloud<br>When poppies shroud the seeded furrow ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like a poor widow whose late grief<br>Seeks for relief in lonely byeways,<br>The moon, companionless and dim,<br>Took her dull rim through starless highways.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was too weak with dreams to feel<br>Enchantment steal with guilt upon me,<br>She slipped, a flower upon the wind,<br>And laughed to find how she had won me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From hill to hill, from land to land,<br>Her lovely hand is beckoning for me,<br>I follow on through dangerous zones,<br>Cross dead men's bones and oceans stormy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some day I know she'll wait at last<br>And lock me fast in white embraces,<br>And down mysterious ways of love<br>We two shall move to fairy places.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Francis+Ledwidge">Francis Ledwidge</a><div class=q>
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Winged heavily across the clover,
And where the hills were dim with dew,
Purple and blue the west leaned over.

A willow spray dipped in the stream,
Moving a gleam of silver ringing,
And by a finny creek a maid
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