Wrapt in the darkness of the night… Gathering in silence on the shore, Wild geese flown from hiding on th… (Hark! the wolf-hound; thrice he h… Wild geese with forest leaves tang…

It dawned a morn to make a heart d… East was the wind and chill the A… No beast was out save one poor sta… Who for his supper nosed the muddy… Beside the river, where its sluggi…

I have listened for the beat Of slow wings across the sea. In their strange and dumb retreat From their foreign liberty. Come the birds from northern lands…

If thou didst slip 'neath the enci… And found sure death in coral grov… Dost think the sea o’er thy unrest… Would check one moment of its ebb… If thou didst lie 'neath the entom…

All night the small feet of the ra… Within the garden ran, And gentle fingers tapped the pane Until the dawn began. The rill-like voices called and su…

I’m out with all the world to-day, So all the world to me is grey, Ah me! the bonny world. Glad birds are building in the tre… For them I have no sympathy;

For that old love I once adored I deck my halls and spread my boar… At Christmas-time. With all the winter’s flowers that… I wreathe my room, and mistletoe

A BALLAD OF SORROW ‘Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! arise… Jeanne Bras! Jeanne Bras! will y… ‘Now who comes so late at my door,… Who knocks thus my slumbering to b…

Up in the cave of the wind, All bent and crabbed with their ye… In endless chatter they sit, Old Distaff, Spindle, and Shears… And they caught a mother’s song

‘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…

The wind that blows from the west Taps at my window, sighing; But I pull the curtains close, I’ll hear no more its crying. Oh, the north wind, it is good!

Haste, maiden, haste! the spray ha… The dawn creeps o’er the heavens g… Come, see the bud ere breaking, th… ‘A moment, Time, until I bind my… Come, maiden, come! the bud has bu…

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…

’Twas the dream of a God, And the mould of His hand, That you shook 'neath His stroke, That you trembled and broke To this beautiful land.

O Lady Aideen, will you wed with… A silken gown for your body’s wear… (One flirting magpie on the quicke… The proudest colt that my land has… For you shall chafe first harnessè…