A Prayer in Time of War Whence comes the rain that ceasele… And seems to hold the bitter taste… Is it the lonely sorrow of the nig… Where patient women shed their hop…

Last night a hand on my window tap… A voice came out of the sea, ‘Awake, awake, thou dreamer, wake, And open thy door to me!’ What music this that so long was s…

Listen to the tramping! Oh, God o… Can we kneel at prayer, sleep all… While the echo thunders?—God of p… Can we think of prayer—or sleep—so… Million upon million fleeing feet…

Lord! when they came and stood upo… With ‘One is dead,’ I paused awhi… In brief thanksgiving that I stil… On the good earth that had so much… Through my sweet garden softly did…

Now God between us and all harm, For I to-night have seen A banshee in the shadow pass Along the dark boreen. And as she went she keened and cri…

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…

Where the sword has opened the way… ‘Look! they came, the triumphant a… Over yon hill see their weapons pe… Still I spoke not but my wheel se… I closed my eyes for my heart was…

Thrice in the night the priest aro… From broken sleep to kneel and pra… ‘Hush, poor ghost, till the red co… And I a Mass for your soul may sa… Thrice he went to the chamber cold…

I found a dark enchanted lake, That lay within a lonely glade; I stood a moment, held entranced, Hid 'neath the willow’s purple sha… The moon cast down her silver nets…

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…

When I crept over the hill, broke… When I crouched down on the grass… I heard the soft croon of the wind… I felt the light kiss of the wind… When I stood lone on the height m…

The green has come to the leafless… The earth brings forth its grain; The rose has come for the honey be… You will not come again. The birds have come to the empty n…

Why in my neighbour’s garden Are the flowers more sweet than mi… I had never such bloom of roses, Such yellow and pink woodbine. Why in my neighbour’s garden

Love lit a beacon in thine eyes, And I out in the storm, And lo! the night had taken wings; I dream me safe and warm. Love lit a beacon in thine eyes,

On the lone height of some untrodd… The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek is… As winter snows