The Faery Fool

Nora Hopper Chesson

1871 to 1906

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If I'm the faery fool, Dalua — 
Ay me, the faery fool! 
How do I know what the rushes sa}'. 
Sighing and shivering night and day 
Over their shadowy pool? 
How do I know what the North wind cries. 
Counting his beads of snow: 
The menace that lies in the Hunter's eyes 
How do I know? 

If I'm the faery fool, Dalua — 
Ay me, the faery fool! 
I cry to those that sent me here. 
To laugh and jest, to geek and fleer. 
To scorn at law and rule. 
"Why did ye also give to me 
Beauty and peace to know? 
The ears to hear and the eyes to see 
And the hands that let all go?"
 
I cry to them that bade me jest 
"Why made ye me so slight, 
Yet put a heart within my breast. 
An evil gift; an evil guest, 
To spoil me for delight? 
Made for mere laughter", answer why 
Must I have eyes for dool? 
Take from me tears, or let me die, 
For I am sick of wisdom, I 
Dalua, the faery fool."