<h3 id="The_Enchantress">The Enchantress</h3>
<p>I FEAR Eileen, the wild Eileen—<br/>
The eyes she lifts to mine,<br/>
That laugh and laugh and never tell<br/>
The half that they divine!</p>
<p>She draws me to her lonely cot<br/>
Ayont the Tulloch Hill;<br/>
And, laughing, draws me to her door<br/>
And, laughing, holds me still.</p>
<p>I bless myself and bless myself,<br/>
But in the holy sign,<br/>
There seems to be no heart of love,<br/>
To still the pain in mine.</p>
<p>The morning, bright above the moor,<br/>
Is bright no more for me—<br/>
A weary bit of burning pain<br/>
Is where my heart should be!</p>
<p>For since the wild, sweet laugh of her<br/>
Has drawn me to her snare,<br/>
The only sunlight in the world<br/>
Is shining from her hair.</p>
<p>Yet well I know, ah, well I know<br/>
Why ’tis so sweet and wild—<br/>
She slept beneath a faery thorn,<br/>
She is a faery child!</p>
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<p>And so I leave my mother lone,<br/>
No meal to fill the pot,<br/>
And follow, follow wild Eileen.<br/>
If so I will or not.</p>
<p>I fear to meet her in the glen,<br/>
Or seek her by the shore;<br/>
I fear to lift her cabin’s latch,<br/>
But—should she come no more!—</p>
<p>O Eileen Og, O wild Eileen,<br/>
My heart is wracked with fear<br/>
Lest you should meet your faery kin,<br/>
And, laughing, leave me here!</p>
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