TO THE BOG


To the bog it leads me,

this dew-drop phantom flame,

and I follow it,

like the Piper's child,

returning home again.

To the bog it led me,

that ice-on-water flame,

and I gave to it

my childhood,

as a Faerie gives its Name.

To the bog it leads you,

that fly-and-spider flame,

and you play with it,

this whisper wisp,

the Kelpie's fatal game.