The Land of Heart's Desire

The wind blows out of the gates of the day,

The wind blows over the lonely of heart,

And the lonely of heart is withered away.

While the faeries dance in a place apart,

Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,

Tossing their milk-white arms in the air

For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing

Of a land where even the old are fair,

And even the wise are merry of tongue

But I heard a reed of Coolaney say,

When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung

The lonely of heart is withered away