Midsummer-Eve: the Flight of the Faeries by Michael R. Burch
What happened to the mysterious Tuatha De Danann, to the Ban Shee (from which we get the term βbansheeβ) and, eventually, to the druids? One might assume that with the passing of Merlyn, Morgause and their ilk, the time of myths and magic ended. This poem is an epitaph of sorts.
In the ruins of the dreams and the schemes of men;
when the moon begets the tide and the wide sea sighs;
when a star appears in heaven and the raven cries;
we will dance and we will revel in the devilβs fen . . .