| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
436 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
||
|
JOHN TODHUNTER (1829 -------)
FAIRY GOLD
A Ballad of '48.
B
UTTERCUPS and daisies in the meadow, And the children pick them as they pass, Weaving in the sunlight and the shadow Garlands for each little lad and lass; Weave with dreams their buttercups and daisies,
As the poor dead children did of old. Will the dreams, like sunshine in their faces, Wither with their flowers like Fairy Gold ?
Once, when lonely in Life's crowded highway,
Came a maiden sweet, and took my hand, Led me down Love's green delightful byway,
Led me dreaming back to Fairyland. But Death's jealous eye that lights on lovers
Looked upon her, and her breast grew cold, And my heart's delight the green sod covers,
Vanished from my arms like Fairy Gold !
Then to Ireland, my long-suffering nation, That poor hope life left me yet I gave;
With her dreams I dreamed, her desolation Found me, called me, desolate by that grave. |
||
|
|
||