I
wish you peace—
The peaceful solitude of
hard study by lamplight,
Time passing quickly as the
beauties of the Rose increase,
And Elysium breaks into your
sight.
I wish for you its ancient
days
To catch you in the Druid
tune,
To mire you down in temple
clays
So the light of the lamp becomes
the moon
Of ten thousand years ago,
When the wind was cold and we who are old still lived on
earth below.
I wish you peace—
The mournful peace of
ancient splendor lost,
Robed in the Druid mist,
Of sentinel trees embossed
With an ancient script and
an ancient tongue
To welcome you home when
your heart is great enough to fit to mine
And the soaring final song
of peace is sung,
And the notes mixed into the
firmament of dark wine,
And the Danaan kind have
brought you into Faerie for me, to my throne,
Where the wind is cold and we who are old now dwell in
Danaan land, alone.
I wish these things for you,
my love,
Because you’ve wandered long.
My wine tastes much like
you, my love,
And like you, it is strong.
The song burns in my veins,
my love,
The song of your new-learned
tongue.
For the wind is cold and you who are young will dwell in
Danaan land unsung.
So drink to all you’ve lost,
my love,
For so do I.
Sing for all you’ve gained,
my love,
For so do I.
For the wind is cold and we who are old now dwell in Danaan
land below.
written for Poetry Class, Fall 2011
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