The Fairy Woman

    I haven't posted a classical poem for a while. But, I love fairies and I found this poem by 19th- century English, novelist and poet Jean Ingelow.

The Fairy Woman

The fairy woman maketh moan

Well-a-day, and well-a-day

Forsooth I brought you one rose, one 

And though didst cast my rose away

Hark! Oh hark, she mourneth yet 

One good ship ... the good ship sailed

One bright star, at last it set

One, one chance, forsooth it failed

Clear thy dusk hair from thy veiled eyes

Show thy face as thee beseems

For yet is starlight in the skies

Weird woman piteous through my dreams

'Nay, she mourns, 'forsooth not now

Veiled I sit for evermore

Rose is shed and charm? prow

Shall not touch the charm? shore

There thy sons that were to be

Thy small gamesome children play

There all loves that men forsee

Straight as wands enrich the way

Dove-eyed, fair, with me they worm

Where enthroned I reign a queen

In the lovely realms  foregone

In lives that might have been

                                                          Jean Ingelow   1820-1897