A brief poem this week. It is the statement of a woman englamoured by a faerie. Note that she is deliberately avoiding the traditional wards which would defend her from his influence.
This poem was released into the public domain through LibriVox by Newgate Novelist.
It was by yonder thorn I saw the fairy host
(O low nightwind, 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
(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!)
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
If I have but the kisses of his proud red mouth
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