Half seated on a mossy crag, Half crouching in the heather; I found a little Irish maid, All in June’s golden weather. Like some fond hand that loved the…

If thou didst slip 'neath the enci… And found sure death in coral grov… Dost think the sea o’er thy unrest… Would check one moment of its ebb… If thou didst lie 'neath the entom…

I closed my hands upon a moth And when I drew my palms apart, Instead of dusty, broken wings, I found a bleeding human heart. I crushed my foot upon a worm

Here’s a meadow full of sunshine Ripe grasses lush and high; There’s a reaper on the roadway, And a lark hangs in the sky. There’s a nest of love enclosing

There is a shadow on the head I l… There is a danger lurks thy path u… It murmurs low as coos the mating… It calls in grey and gathered clou… For thee, for thee, Kathleen ni-H…

Even the silent lips and comfortin… I had no more; I took my place Still wondering, behind the slow s… All of your beauty Death could ro… One amongst many men who followed…

Sing a song for Evaleen, only two… Running laughing on life’s path in… Christ-Child, Whom on Mary’s kne… Let Thy little angels come with t… One to guide her either hand, so w…

Sweet Content, at the rich man’s… Called, ‘Wilt thou let me in?’ ‘No! thou art poor and thou art no… Hast nothing thy way to win. Here love is little and mighty is…

There are six sorrows in my heart’… Red Allen, Clare, and Joan, Sweet Bet, and Jock, and little… Six sorrows all my own. Red Allen was my first-born son,

‘Every dog has his day.’ Well, dear, do you remember, How you and I found a golden day In the midst of a bleak December? You smiled at the chance of our me…

Lighted by the lady moon, Breezes blow and aspens quiver, By the stream’s enchanted tune Singing to the distant river, Walks Cecilia.

I built a house, four perfect wall… To hold the landly roof, whose she… Did tempt the darting swallows fro… To nest and stay all loth and late… Wide windows, planned to hold the…

They say it is the wind in midnigh… Loud shrieking past the window, th… Each casement shudder with its sto… And the barred door with pushing s… Ah, no! ah, no! It is the souls p…

Is the tree living I once thought… Mo chraoibhin aoibhinn O, It were a pity had its green life… So lovely are its branches in thei… And singing leaves telling of days…

And so goodbye, my love, my dear,… E’en thus from my sad heart go hen… I cast thee out, renounce, and hol… I wreck the cup of joy thou heldes… To my lips, thinking we’d quaff—be…