[{"node":{"title":"Ferg033","Collections":"Conary","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Saturday, March 12, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg033","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Flies, Margin, Melody","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg033","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg033_2.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeffBeen fooled and baffled in a darkling maze\nAnd kept abroad despite our better selves.\nFrom succour of our king. We were enough\nTo have brushed them off as flies ; and while we made\nOur sallies through them, bursting from the doors.\nWe quelled them flat : but when these wicked sprites, \u2014\nFor now I know, men of the Sidhs they were \u2014\nWho played their pipes before us, led us on\nInto the outer margin of the night.\nNo man amongst us all could stay himself,\nOr keep from following ; and they kept us there.\nAs men who walk asleep, in drowsy trance\nListening a sweet pernicious melody.\nAnd following after in an idle round\nTill all was finished, and the plunderers gone.\nHaply they hear me, and the words I speak\nMay bring their malice also upon me\nAs late it fell on Conary. Yet, now\nThe spell is off me, and I see the sun.\nBy all my nation's swearing-Gods I swear\nI do defy them ; and appeal to you\nBeings of goodness perfect, and to Thee\nGreat unknown Being who hast made them all,\nTake Ye compassion on the race of men ;\nAnd, for this slavery of gaysh and sidh\nSend down some emanation of Yourselves\nTo rule and comfort us ! And I have heard \n","Type":"Text"}}]