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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE FUMFAY AND THE MOON, by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL First Line: A little fumfay fell in love with the moon Last Line: But she'd been in love with the moon! Subject(s): Hearts; Love; Memory | |||
A little fumfay fell in love with the moon— With the august, the glorious, the only moon; While his radiant glory filled Sky and cloud and softly spilled Thro' the twilight, Thro' the starlight, Down thro' dews and dreams of midnight. The shadows shrank close to the hill's dense side, And the winds blew soft o'er the silver tide Of the meadows a-ring With the blue-bells a-swing— It was all for the fumfay, for she, poor thing, For she was in love with the moon. The elves trooped down from the hill's dense side, And the fays whirled aglee o'er the meadows wide; While the breath of blossoms swung Sank and eddied, rose and flung O'er the upland, Down the fenland, Perfume—magic balm of elfland. Oh, prince of goodfellows was Robin, who wooed In the wildest, the maddest, most fantastic mood, The little fumfay, But she answered him nay, With a toss of her wee head for she, so they say, For she was in love with the moon. The fair, stately river swept down to the sea; Resistless the current—"My love, come to me"! Hark! The salt sea's welcome roar. Wait! The sandbars stretch before. And the ebb-tide From the bar's side Rolled defiance—there, that hope died! But the river, heart-broken, wore still in her breast Love's likeness, love's token, while far in the west Set the moon, sad and old; Had his love then grown cold For the fair stately river? For she, I am told, For she was adored by the moon. A loyal old fellow was Robin the Good; The shadows swept out from the still, solemn wood; Hope's mirage, fast fading, swung O'er the meadows; Mem'ry flung O'er the upland, Down the fenland, Odors from a far-off dreamland. But the fumfay, heart-broken, saw only the moon— The desolate, dying, all unconscious moon. "My great love, my own, My"—There, he was gone! And life's lonely pathway stretched darkly, I own— But she'd been in love with the moon! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORY AS A HEARING AID by TONY HOAGLAND THE SAME QUESTION by JOHN HOLLANDER FORGET HOW TO REMEMBER HOW TO FORGET by JOHN HOLLANDER ON THAT SIDE by LAWRENCE JOSEPH MEMORY OF A PORCH by DONALD JUSTICE BEYOND THE HUNTING WOODS by DONALD JUSTICE COMING HOME by ELIZABETH SEWELL HILL |
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