O spirits heaven born!
O kind De Danann souls,
Whose music down our story rolls,
And holds it near the morn,

You stir the poet heart
To dream in quickening rimes
The magic of the fairy times
That never shall depart!

O fairy people good,
Truth-tellers of the dew!
The face of truth smiles only true
Beneath your beauty's hood;

And wins from idle story
Souls that the world would mar,
Showing the common things that are
As images of glory.