The Host Of The Air
ODRISCOLL drove with a song
The wild dud the drake
From the tall and the tufted reeds
Of the drear Hart Lake.
And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the ing of night-tide,
And dreamed of the long dim hair
et his bride.
He heard while he sang and dreamed
A piper piping away,
And never iping so sad,
And never iping so gay.
And he saw young men and young girls
Who danced on a level place,
And Bridget his bride among them,
With a sad and a gay face.
The dancers crowded about him
And many a sweet thing said,
And a young man brought him red wine
And a young girl white bread.
But Bridget drew him by the sleeve
Away from the merry bands,
To old men playing at cards
With a twinkling of a hands.
The bread and the wine had a doom,
For these were the host of the air;
He sat and played in a dream
Of her long dim hair.
He played with the merry old men
And thought not of evil ce,
Until one bore Bridget his bride
Away from the merry dance.
He bore he……（内容加载失败！）
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