An Irish Poem: The Fairy Child
From the low white walls and the church's steeple,
From our little fields under grass or grain,
I've gone away to the fairy people,
I shall not come to town again.
You may see a girl with my face and tresses,
You may see one come to my mother's door,
Who may speak my words and wear my dresses,
She will not be I, for I come no more.
I am gone, gone far with the fairies roaming,
You may ask of me where the herons are,
In the open marsh, where snipes are homing,
Or when no moon lights a single star.
On stormy nights when the streams are foaming
And a hint may come of my haunts afar,
With the reeds my floor and my roof the gloaming,
But I shall come no more to Ballynae.
Ask Father Ryan to read no verses,
To call me back, for I am this day,
From blessings far, and beyond curses,
No heaven shines where we ride away.
At speed unthought of in all your stables,
With the gods of old, and the sons of Finn,
With the queens that reigned in the olden fables,
And Kings that won what Kings can win.
You may hear us streaming above your gables,
On nights as still as a planet's spin;
But never stir from your chairs and tables
To call my name, I shall not come in.
For I am gone to the fairy people,
Make the most of that other child,
Who prays with you by the village steeple,
I am gone away to the woods and wild.
I am gone away to the open spaces,
And whither riding no man may tell;
But I shall look upon your faces,
No more in Heaven, or Earth, or Hell.
The Irish poem "The Fairy Child" was written by Edward John Moreton Draw Plunkett, the 18th Baron of Dunsanay, around 1910.
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