The world has many lovers, but the… She loves the best is he within wh… She but half-reigning queen and mi… Whose lonely soul for ever stands… Who from her face will ever turn a…

Sitting alone in my room, Alone in the gathering gloom, Solitude in the rest of the tomb. While the drip, drip, drip of the… Like tears that are falling in vai…

Droop all the flowers in my garden… All their fair heads hang low; For rose, their fairest companion, Never again will they know. Bring me no flowers for wearing,

All night the small feet of the ra… Within the garden ran, And gentle fingers tapped the pane Until the dawn began. The rill-like voices called and su…

‘What ails you that you look so pa… O fisher of the sea?’ ‘Tis for a mournful tale I own, Fair maiden Marjorie.’ ‘What is the dreary tale to tell,

We have met, you and I, long ago, Yesterday when I saw you I knew, For the sight of the city was gone… And the sky took an orient blue; Strange flowers and strange perfum…

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…

Some on the pleasant hillside have… As flings a cloud before the sun a… They praised thy fairness and held… They only saw thy shade, Kathleen… Some on the purple mountains stood…

When I shall rise, and full of ma… Set forth upon my last long journe… And leave behind the circling eart… Amongst the countless stars to see… When in the vapourish blue I wand…

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…

This is the scene of a man’s despa… From the difficult traits of the f… A shot rang out in the night; deat… And you stood alone, a stranger, a… Coward flesh, brave soul, which wa…

O Lady Aideen, will you wed with… A silken gown for your body’s wear… (One flirting magpie on the quicke… The proudest colt that my land has… For you shall chafe first harnessè…

O the chatter, chatter, chatter, Of the things that do not matter. Little wordy things that clatter, Restless feet that pitter patter, All my pretty houses scatter,

How restless are the dead whose si… In to our lone retreat or solitary… Within the dew-wet wood or sun-enc… We meet them face to face, we hear… How powerful are the dead whose vo…

So for the luxury of the flesh, wr… In the bear’s coat sheltering its… Give wine for its hot veins, fame… All ends in one eclipse, Sunshine or snows.