Ceol Sidhe

By Francis Ledwidge

2017-04-29

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.

This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge, Published by Herbert Jenkins, London 1918 [page 44-45]Poem Dated: December 29th 1916Words and spelling verified JSNOTE ceol sidhe == fairy music