Thomas MacDonagh (Томас Макдона)

Fairy Tales

O spirits heaven born!
    O kind De Danann souls,
    Whose music down our story rolls,
And holds it near the morn,

You stir the poet heart
    To dream in quickening rimes
    The magic of the fairy times
That never shall depart!

O fairy people good,
    Truth-tellers of the dew!
    The face of truth smiles only true
Beneath your beauty's hood;

And wins from idle story
    Souls that the world would mar,
    Showing the common things that are
As images of glory.

1. Of the Man of My First Play
2. The Philistine
3. The Stars Stand up in the Air
4. To a Wise Man
5. Dublin Tramcars

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