The Conservative (Lovecraft)/July 1923/The Crock o' Gold

by Susan Lilian McMullen

The Crock o’ Gold
By Lilian Middleton

When the round moon’s shining and the timid dew’s a-glisten,
And the corn-crake calls the night-long from the far-off wold,
You can hear the fairies singing if you’ll only stop to listen,
And the lepracauns a-dancing round their treasur’d Crock o’ Gold!

’Tis a land of strange enchantment,—and oh! its songs and stories!
And the blue sky wraps the mountains softly, fold to fold,
But I left that world of magic, with its age-old, misty glories,
To travel to the Rainbow’s End, to find the Crock o’ Gold!

Oh! I know the gillygowans on the mountain-side are glowing,
And the blackbird in the hawthorne whistles clear and bold,—
And I’m sick to death with longing, for ’tis now that I am knowing
That my island was the Rainbow’s End, and there the Crock o’ Gold!