The Hosting of the Sidhe

W. B. Yeats (1865–1939) · The Wind Among the Reeds · The Wind Among the Reeds · 1899

The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caolte tossing his burning hair
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
The host is rushing ’twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caolte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.