Once she woke to fairyland, Now she wakes to grief, All the golden days are gone, Lost by time—the thief. Once she sprang to meet the dawn,

I saw an Eastern God to-day; My comrades laughed; lest I betra… My secret thoughts, I mocked him… His many hands (he had no few, This God of gifts and charity),

Bring to her spring flowers, Cowslip and celandine, And bid her hear the blackbird’s s… Let pass the sunny hours In her dull room to shine,

They crowded weeping from the teac… Crying aloud their fear at what he… Old men and young men, wives and m… And children screaming in the crow… Some to their temples with accusto…

At the convent doors, full of alar… She stood, like a young bird quitt… Her first flight flown right into… Her first tears wept upon my breas… It was the young dove, wond’ring a…

‘There’s a hound at the door, Sha… There’s a hound at the door. If you take down the bar or the sh… I shall see you no more, I shall see you no more!’

A BALLAD OF SORROW ‘Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! arise… Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! will y… ‘Now who comes so late at my door,… Who knocks thus my slumbering to b…

Little white rose that I loved, I… Roisin ban, Roisin ban! Fair my bud as the morning’s dawn. I kissed my beautiful flower to bl… My heart grew glad for its rich pe…

Madge Linsey at the well raised t… Brimmed her brass bucket full, wen… Loose hung her collar her full thr… Rough fell her silken hair, sullen… Went down the village street jaunt…

When I was a merry young fellow I loved the red juice of the grape… I would drink till I grew gay and… From Morpheus I could not escape. I would give myself freely to slum…

I drew her out of the wave High up on the windy shore. Oh, never a fish I caught So fair in my net before. And white she was as the foam

She walks in a lonely garden On the path her feet have made, With high-heeled shoes, gold-buckl… And gown of a flowered brocade; The hair that falls on her shoulde…

‘Ho! ’said the child, ‘how fine th… With nodding plumes, with measured… Who rides within this coach, is he… Some King, I think, for see, he r… I turned, and saw a little coffin…

O MOTHER, mother, I swept the… I prayed for his coming to our kin… A strange wind rattled the window-… I called his name and the candle f… Deelish! Deelish! my woe forever…

Neighbour! for pity a hound cries… With pleading eyes, with sore and… Neighbour! your pity a poor beast… Hunger and cold are busy in the st… Then, neighbour! pause; ’tis no go…