Mon Jan 4 05:22:27 2016
|My Review of Fairies Dance by
|I esp. liked the line I’ll give a little wave as the twirling nymphs fly past. This enjoyable poem brings to mind one by W.B. Yeats you may like (which you can find at www.ronnowpoetry.com):
The Fiddler of Dooney
When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Mocharabuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin:
They read in their books of prayer;
I read in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.
When we come at the end of time
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits,
But call me first through the gate;
For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love to fiddle,
And the merry love to dance:
And when the folk there spy me,
They will all come up to me,
With ‘Here is the fiddler of Dooney!'
And dance like a wave of the sea.
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