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.
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