Francis Ledwidge

(19 August 1887 – 31 July 1917 / Janeville, Slane)

Ceol Sidhe Poem by Francis Ledwidge


When May is here, and every morn
Is dappled with pied bells,
And dewdrops glance along the thorn
And wings flash in the dells,
I take my pipe and play a tune
Of dreams, a whispered melody,
For feet that dance beneath the moon
In fairy jollity.

And when the pastoral hills are grey
And the dim stars are spread,
A scamper fills the grass like play
Of feet where fairies tread.
And many a little whispering thing
Is calling the Shee.
The dewy bells of evening ring,
And all is melody.

Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

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