Lone played the child within the m… Where fountains sang and sunshine… Half-hid among red roses on his wa… He came at last upon a dark abode. He knew not sorrow, and when cries…

In the grey and dusty morn, Dreaming Jane arose, And from silent room to room With her duster goes. Slipping 'neath her sleepy hand

A Legend of Tyrol I through the valley of Klausen w… By a little stream, and heard it s… Down by its bed I crouched and be… A listening ear as it hurried by.

The oak is a brave tree that growe… The oak, and the pine, and the asp… Strong his mighty timbers, that ha… Safe he carries the sailor on the… Through the storm and through the…

A scallop shell, loosed by the lif… Had left a friendly shore, the sea… Its lips of pink and snowy hollow… Pure in the sun, a pearl upon the… It gleamed and passed—you burdened…

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.

I closed my hands upon a moth And when I drew my palms apart, Instead of dusty, broken wings, I found a bleeding human heart. I crushed my foot upon a worm

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

The starlings they have come to to… With polka dots on their robes of… They sit a crowd on the old plane… And sing this quaint old melody Creak, creak, pipe, pipe, squeak,…

Donacha rua of Donegal, (Holy Mary, how slow the dawn!) This is the hour of your loss or g… Is go d-tigeadh tu mo mhúirnin slá… Donacha rua, but the hour was ill

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…

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…

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

Beside my window sighs the last lo… Saying, ‘Alas! farewell! Youth’s… Like some sweet spirit waiting for… Her perfume hovers round her droop… There sings a bird the yellow leav…

I prayed so eagerly, “Turn and see How bitter I have striven— A word and all forgiven.” I prayed so eagerly.