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…

A Ballad Father John in the green lane wen… And he drew his robe full tight, ‘I would,’ quoth he, 'I were home… For there’s evil in the night.

This is the son of the white morni… Combing her silken hair’s simmer o… All of her slenderness wrapped in… Green of the dawning sky, dear to… ‘When the lime is in blossom the b…

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…

I am the song, that rests upon the… I am the sun I am the dawn, the day, the hiding… When dusk is done. I am the changing colours of the t…

I saw children playing, dancing in… Till a voice came calling, calling… With sad backward glances she went… Hoping they would miss her and so… Pettishly and pouting, ‘Tis not t…

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,

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,

You were always a dreamer, Rose -… As you swung on your perfumed spra… Swinging, and all the world was tr… Swaying, what did it trouble you? A rose will fade in a day.

There I cannot find thee, O my lo… In the city’s clamour, In its pleasure’s glamour; ‘Mid the multitude of faces Or the wilderness of places

Dark is the tomb, yet holdeth but… In all its chill and silent majest… Lest I should lie divorced from a… An exile yet—and ever still to be. I never trod upon a foreign shore

She had hair gold as her father’s… She tripped and sung, Like to a little lamb new-born, So gay, so young. She gathered lone in the long day’…

Oh, the lonely road, the road to… ’Tis there I see a little ghost,… She plucks the swaying cowslip nor… But flies at my pursuing, who once… She once did run to me.

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 struck you once, I do remember… Hard on the track of passion sorro… And swift repentance, weeping for… I struck you once—and now you’re l… Now you are gone the blow no longe…