TO E. R.

TO E.  R.

For you once heard the fairy bells,

And saw the little shehogues play,

And knew at last the magic spells

That lead the lover to Glenveigh.

O Poet, when the touch of Time

Has turned those auburn locks to grey,

Still may the Bells of Faerie chime,

That once re-echoed round Glenveigh.

 

French, Percy. (1980) ‘Prose, Poems & Parodies.’  Dublin, Helicon Limited