WHO will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood's woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man ,lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids,maid, And brood on hopes and fear no more. And no more turn aside and brood Upon love's bitter mystery; For Fergus rules the brazen cars, And rules the shadows of the wood, And the white breast of the dim sea And all dishevelled wandering stars.
To Miss.JEANIEMAC : )
Let's go to drive together in the car of Fergus!!! ; ) Thank you for the comment : ) lisa
Omg...at last..I am mentioned in a poem!! Thank you for thinking of me. I never pass his grave without stopping. There is THE best coffee shop next to it. I have a Peugeot convertible. Who need Fergus??
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I love the Irish poets....
Mick.
Thank you for thinking of me.
I never pass his grave without stopping.
There is THE best coffee shop next to it.
I have a Peugeot convertible.
Who need Fergus??