Volume II~The Works of "Fiona Macleod"


" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . tell
Of the dim wisdoms old and deep,
That God gives unto man in sleep.
For the elemental beings go
About my table to and fro.
In flow and fire and clay and wind,
They huddle from man's pondering mind,
Yet he who treads in austere ways,
May surely meet their ancient gaze.
Man ever journeys on with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
Ah, faeries, dancing under the moon,
A Druid land, a Druid tune!"

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