Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Irish FairiesJoseph Campbell
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When Guaire gave his gold,
Then were we young and merry
Who now are old.
Then were they green and gray:
We saw but shining faces
And open day.
The sickle moon of night,
White queens in royal places,
And jewels bright.
Red war and passion sung,
Music on harp-strings broken,
When we were young.
To us, whose ancient dream
Is as a fallen flower
Upon a stream?
That once was green and still:
The sower follows sowing
Over the hill.