I cried all night to you, I called till day was here; Perhaps you could not come, Or were too tirèd, dear. Your chair I set by mine,

Into my heart, Sorrow, you found… Mine enemy, it was bitter to weep… I gave you tears for drinking, And heart-sick sobs, With brain too sick for thinking,

‘Do you hunt alone to-day, O Red… Pray you tell me, do you hunt all… ‘Ay, I am for the chase, little c… And wish no other spearing save my… ‘And whither are you going, O Red…

Thou shalt feel no more the wind o… Nor float on the breath of the bre… Thou shalt drowse no more on the b… ‘Neath the lullaby song of the tre… Thou shalt seek no more in the gre…

O brother, brother, come down to t… Come down to the caves where I pl… For oh! I saw on the rocks, aslee… A fair mermaid, and the slow waves… To bear her away, away.

Whose is the voice that will not l… I hear it speak. Where is the shore will gratify my… Show what I seek? Not yours, weak Muse, to mimic th…

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

It was the Black Earl Roderick Who rode towards the south; The frown was heavy on his brow, The sneer upon his mouth. Behind him rode a hundred men

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…

It was the Christmas of the year; The wind blew chill, the night was… And round the strong walls of the… The silent snow fell white and dee… But well the Baron’s board was sp…

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 wish I were over the Curlew Mo… Marching to Sligo by valley and f… I wish I were back in the years o… Tramping the rough roads with him… I wish that I stood upon Yellow…

The wise thrush, the wise thrush,… Made her nest in the laurel’s leaf… But the foolish young girl, all la… She built on a reed that all winds… She built on a reed that swung and…

Thrice in the night the priest aro… From broken sleep to kneel and pra… ‘Hush, poor ghost, till the red co… And I a Mass for your soul may sa… Thrice he went to the chamber cold…

Let there be an end And all be done; Pass over, fair eclipse, That hides the sun. Dear face that shades the light