LEGENDS AND BALLADS OF THE DEAD
THE FOLK OF THE AIR: WM. BUTLER YEATS
O'Driscoll drove with a song,
The wild duck and the drake
From the tall and the tufted weeds
Of the drear Heart Lake.
And he saw how the weeds grew dark
At the coming of night tide,
And he dreamed of the long dark hair
Of Bridget his bride.
He heard while he sang and dreamed
A piper passing away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping 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.