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