Ocupation: Poet
Life: June 13, 1865 - January 28, 1939
Birthday: June 13
Death: January 28
A daughter of a King of Ireland, heard A voice singing on a May Eve like this, And followed half awake and half asleep, Until she came into the Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue. And she is still there, busied with a dance Deep in the dewy shadow of a wood, Or where stars walk upon a mountain-top.
topic: Wise, Daughter, Stars, Crafty, Voice Singing