A Dream Dance

Maeve held a ball on the dún, Cuculain and Eimer were there, In the light of an old broken moon I was dancing with Deirdre the fair.

How loud was the laughter of Finn As he blundered about thro' a reel, Tripping up Caoilte the thin, Or jostling the dreamy Aleel.

And when the dance ceased for a song, How sweet was the singing of Fand, We could hear her far, wandering along, My hand in that beautiful hand.