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 Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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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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