For all the hillside was haunted

By the faery folk come again


For the opal fire-kings were blowing 
The darkness out of the land.
 This golden breath was a madness 
To set a poet on fire ;
And this was a cure for sadness, 
And that the ease of desire.

From… The Dream of the Children (1913)
George William Russell

I still see them sometimes, you know.  And I don’t know if it is defective peripheral vision or insanity.


About Alan

Alone in a sea of spinifex.
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One Response to Sidhe

  1. Glenn says:

    Thats the peripheral spectrum alright.Don’t follow them.They are cruel.


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