[I HAVE DRUNK ALE FROM THE COUNTRY OF THE YOUNG].[E]

Florence Farr.

I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young

And weep because I know all things now:

I have been a hazel tree and they hung

The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough

Among my leaves in times out of mind:

I became a rush that horses tread:

I became a man, a hater of the wind,