The rushes nod by the
As the winds on the loud waves go,
And the things they nod of are many,
For it's many the secret they know.
And I think they are wise as the
Who lived ere the hills were high,
They nod so grave by the
To everyone passing by.
If they would tell me their secrets[:
I would go by a hidden way,
To the rath when the moon
Dips dim horns into the gray.
And a fairy-girl out of
In a long dance I should meet,
My heart to her heart beating,
My feet in rhyme with her feet.
This poem taken from "Last Songs" by Francis Ledwidge,
Published by Herbert Jenkins,
London 1918 [page Poem Dated: France,
January 6th, 1917.
Words and spelling verified
Leinster == An Irish county
