He walks like one enchanted, Whose soul is held in thrall, By some sweet presence haunted Who passed unseen by all. He speaks as half-forgetting

The apple blossom from the bough i… In sunshine hours, the long young… The parent birds from branch to br… To cheer the flight of each belove… The woods awake, their winter slee…

Sweet Content, at the rich man’s… Called, ‘Wilt thou let me in?’ ‘No! thou art poor and thou art no… Hast nothing thy way to win. Here love is little and mighty is…

Heaven help your home to-night, MacCormac; for I know A white witch woman is your bride: You married for your woe. You thought her but a simple maid

I shall rest no more on the fragra… Under great trees where the green… Scents of the lime; and the wild r… Sweets to the breeze with their ce… I shall count no more, as I linge…

The good Lord gave, the Lord has… Blessed be His name, His holy wil… The mourners all have gone, all sa… The little grave lies lonely in th… Nay! I would not follow, though t…

When the white rose and the red sp… Make a scented path to tread throu… I half-dreaming all forget in the… That the city’s claim will come, b… How can I go forth again to the h…

Woe to the House of Breffni, and… Woe to us all in Erinn for the sh… And cursed be you, Dearvorgil, wh… And ruin brought to Erinn with th… It is the Prince of Breffni rides…

Last eve as I leaned from my latt… Where the grey of the sea misted i… Came with quick beating of wings a… Beautiful birds, and I wept, bein… How the wind’s strong invisible ha…

He on his man-child laid a soothin… And hushed him into slumber, singi… For thee the world was made and fo… With this thy heritage, why dost t… ’For thee the mother bird on her s…

‘Many worlds have I made,’ said t… ‘But this is best of all,’ He slipped the round earth from H… Space held the circling ball. ‘Six days have I laboured,’ said…

‘Going, going!’ the voice was loud… And, rising, silenced the chatteri… ‘Going! going! shall it be gone?’ The auctioneer held up an old viol… ‘The mute though tarnished is silv…

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

Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do… High is the grass to your knees an… Sweet with the perfume of honey, a… But the sad-eyed kine on the hills… ‘Man, man has bereft us and taken…

Roses red for the fair young head… Let them be half blown, For a rose in June it will fade t… For thee my own The fairest blossoms in all love’s…