A Song and a Tale
By Nora Hopper
I—Lament of the Last Leprechaun
For the red shoon of the Shee,
For the falling o' the leaf,
For the wind among the reeds,
My grief!
For the falling o' the leaf,
For the wind among the reeds,
My grief!
For the sorrow of the sea,
For the song's unquickened seeds,
For the sleeping of the Shee,
My grief!
For the song's unquickened seeds,
For the sleeping of the Shee,
My grief!
For dishonoured whitethorn-tree,
For the runes that no man reads,
Where the grey stones face the sea,
My grief!
For the runes that no man reads,
Where the grey stones face the sea,
My grief!
Lissakeole, that used to be
Filled with music night and noon,
For their ancient revelry,
My grief!
Filled with music night and noon,
For their ancient revelry,
My grief!
For