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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  The New Poetry: An Anthology.  1917.
276. The Others
By Seumas O’Sullivan
FROM our hidden places,
  By a secret path,
We come in the moonlight
  To the side of the green rath.
There the night through        5
  We take our pleasure,
Dancing to such a measure
  As earth never knew.
To dance and lilt
  And song without a name,        10
So sweetly chanted
  ’Twould put a bird to shame.
And many a maiden
  Is there, of mortal birth,
Her young eyes laden        15
  With dreams of earth.
Music so piercing wild
  And forest-sweet would bring
Silence on blackbirds singing
  Their best in the ear of spring.        20
And many a youth entrancèd
  Moves slow in the dreamy round,
His brave lost feet enchanted
  With the rhythm of faery sound.
Oh, many a thrush and blackbird        25
  Would fall to the dewy ground,
And pine away in silence
  For envy of such a sound.
So the night through,
  In our sad pleasure,        30
We dance to many a measure
  That earth never knew.


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