The fairies, the fairies, the misc… Have stolen my loved one, my darli… With charms and enchantments they… So my love cannot comfort and my p… The fairies, the fairies, I’ll lo…

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…

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…

O MOTHER, mother, I swept the… I prayed for his coming to our kin… A strange wind rattled the window-… I called his name and the candle f… Deelish! Deelish! my woe forever…

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,

She made roses all the day for pre… All through the patient hours, hal… Dragged into a hurried knot all he… Eyes foolish with fatigue, straini… Pretty ladies roamed away over lan…

Well, love, so be it as you say, Just the hours of a summer’s day, And no sighing for what comes afte… Whether it be tears or laughter. Take my hand, and we go together

At Pompeii I heard a woman laugh, And turned to find the reason of h… Saw but the silent figure of a gir… That centuries had mummied into ea… The running figure of a little mai…

All the long day the robin on the… Piped his sweet song To her who on her hidden nest Oft turned beneath her patient bre… Her pretty eggs in tender quest

I saw an Eastern God to-day; My comrades laughed; lest I betra… My secret thoughts, I mocked him… His many hands (he had no few, This God of gifts and charity),

The wind knocks at the window, And my heart is full of fear, For I know when it is calling That some evil thing is near. It whispers in the chimney,

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

I want to go to the heather hills, To the heather hills and rocky sho… I want to climb to Ben-Edar’s hei… And to smell the sea once more. I want to talk by an Ulster heart…

Mischievous rose from the rose-tre… Can I not bind thee nor hold thee… Can I not weave thee nor fold the… In with thy sisters to staying? Vain is my passion or praying,

Lone did I go within the ancient… With hushèd voice, and slow and re… While on the walls my wondering ey… Did learn the glories of the might… The sculptured stones here picture…