If by my tomb some day you careles… A moment grieved by coming on my n… Ah! kneel awhile upon the tender g… In some short prayer acquitting me… If I reached not your pinnacle of…

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,

I would have wept with the beast, The bird, the blossoming flower, The hundred years of the oak, Or the insect born for an hour, Saying with my soul’s right

I left my home for travelling; Because I heard the strange birds… In foreign skies, and felt their w… Brush past my soul impatiently; I saw the bloom on flower and tree

O brother, brother, come down to t… Come down to the caves where I pl… For oh! I saw on the rocks, aslee… A fair mermaid, and the slow waves… To bear her away, away.

In Rome, as I look from my lattic… And lean to the night, Where the living sleep, still as t… All in the sunlight. The dead are awake ‘mid our restin…

Oh, hearts that wear the willow, To you I tell my woe, Why thus uncared, ungartered, And all so pale I go. Come, you wan lovers sighing

White feet half hid in violets, sm… A burden of Spring’s first blosso… Into wreaths, as she paused a mome… O my child love! hesitating, there… So I stayed till I grew weary—man…

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.

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,

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…

A LEGEND OF GLENDALOUGH It was the bride of Colman Dhu In Glendalough sat down, She hushed the babe upon her breas… Beside the lake so brown.

‘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…

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…

In every man this world doth hold Two selves are cast in that human… If he hearken but to the voice of… Then heaven is his when his work i… But if to the other his ear doth t…