Sick I am and sorrowful, how can… Here, where fog and darkness is, a… Practising for evil sport? If you… Hatred comes into each face, and s… How I dread the sound of guns, ha…

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

I have a rose garden Full of sweet flowers; Yellow bloom, crimson bloom, Perfume the hours. I have an apple tree

Fair Lady Kathleen in her tower Bowed her head like a wounded flow… She wept the weary night away ‘Here I spin for a year and a day… But ’tis for love’s sweet sake,' s…

As I came down from the hill of A… When spring sang in the air, I heard the silken voice of summer Call from the cold earth there. As I came down from the hill of A…

The careless lad went through the… Leaped the retarding gate, And whistled thrice unto his dog, Who strayed behind so late. And then he turned him to the nort…

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…

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…

When I was a merry young fellow I loved the red juice of the grape… I would drink till I grew gay and… From Morpheus I could not escape. I would give myself freely to slum…

Deep in the wood’s recesses cool I see the fairy dancers glide, In cloth of gold, in gown of green… My lord and lady side by side. But who has hung from leaf to leaf…

I want to talk to thee of many thi… Or sit in silence when the robin s… His littl’ song, when comes the wi… I want to sit beside thee, cheek b… I want to hear thy voice my name r…

My Future lay cradled asleep; I kissed the sweet mouth and she s… With a promise of all she should b… Womanhood crowning the child— Her wings that would grow with her…

Weep no more, heart of my heart, n… The night has passed and the dawn… The cuckoo calls from the budding… And tells us that Spring is near. Sorrow no more, beloved, no more!

Droop all the flowers in my garden… All their fair heads hang low; For rose, their fairest companion, Never again will they know. Bring me no flowers for wearing,

And so goodbye, my love, my dear,… E’en thus from my sad heart go hen… I cast thee out, renounce, and hol… I wreck the cup of joy thou heldes… To my lips, thinking we’d quaff—be…