A DREAM DANCE
Maeve held a ball on the dun,
Cuculain and Eimer were there,
In the light of an old broken moon
I was dancing with Deirdre the fair.
How loud was the laughter of Finn
As he blundered about thro' a reel,
Tripping up Caoilte the thin,
Or jostling the dreamy Aleel.
And when the dance ceased for a song,
How sweet was the singing of Fand,
We could hear her far, wandering along,
My hand in that beautiful hand.
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