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…

When I was a young lad of happy s… There came to my window the Cushl… And the song that she sang was the… And the song that she sang was the… ‘And will you come with me, a vic…

A CHILD’S SONG There sits a piper on the hill Who pipes the livelong day, And when he pipes both loud and sh… The frightened people say

This is the rhyme of the rain on t… Tears, all tears, slow falling tea… If this is the warp, then what is… Flesh that sorrows and flesh that… Ah! poor humanity, weeping sore,

Here, in the silent churchyard, 'm… Weary I sit for a moment clasping… Weary of worldly passions of selfi… Grant me the shade of thy wings,… Weary of smiling faces when the he…

He heard it first upon the lips of… And loved it for love’s sake; A faithful word, that knows nor ti… Nor lone heart-break. It sung across his heart-strings l…

Behold! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go. To-morrow! cries the oak

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 little dog disturbed my trust in… I praised most faithfully All the great things that be, Man’s pain and pleasure even; I said though hard this weighing

When first you came to London Tow… Just five years old, I said—‘He’ll ask for marble hall… All paved with gold!’ I thought—‘He’ll weep, so stricke…

I come from a burial; Hush! let me be I have put away my love, Fair exceedingly. Ah! the little gold curls

Wirastrua, wirastrua, woe to me th… The corpse has spoken from out his… ‘Yesternight my burning brain Throbbed and beat on the strings o… Now I rest, all my dreaming’s don…

I, like a moth to the candle, Am chained by a glance from your e… If I shun you, the world is in da… If I seek my desire, I die. I hide 'neath the wings of my fanc…

What is the secret of your life, b… Ox the sweet grass eating? Who strung the mighty sinews in yo… Who set that great heart beating? What is the secret of your death,…

Build no roof-tree over thee, Raise nor wall nor rafter, Like the swallows in the eaves, Care will follow after. Lend thy ear unto no voice