Just this one day in all the year Let all be one, let all be dear; Wife, husband, child in fond embra… And thrust the phantom from its pl… No bitter words, no frowning brow,

Is it some shade from Paradise, Shut down beneath the clouding ski… This wandering voice that ever cri… In its pathetic sweetness? Some loving soul that, leaning far

And I had died before the spring… When winter’s kiss upon the fields… And no small seed had broken up th… Then had I died, whose earthly ho… I should have liked to see the sno…

She had hair gold as her father’s… She tripped and sung, Like to a little lamb new-born, So gay, so young. She gathered lone in the long day’…

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…

This is the son of the white morni… Combing her silken hair’s simmer o… All of her slenderness wrapped in… Green of the dawning sky, dear to… ‘When the lime is in blossom the b…

O were my heart a little dog I’d call it to my side To hold it with a silken lead And would not be denied. For O it wandered far from me

Deep in the moving depths Of yellow wine, I swore I’d drown your face, O love of mine; All clad in yellow hue,

I saw children playing, dancing in… Till a voice came calling, calling… With sad backward glances she went… Hoping they would miss her and so… Pettishly and pouting, ‘Tis not t…

Young Dermod stood by his mother’… And he spake right stern and cold: “Now, why do you weep and wail,” h… “And joy from my bride withhold? “And why do you keen and cry,” sai…

You were always a dreamer, Rose -… As you swung on your perfumed spra… Swinging, and all the world was tr… Swaying, what did it trouble you? A rose will fade in a day.

Who knocks at the Geraldine’s doo… In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the shr… Comes the moan of a creature’s pai… And once they knocked, yet never a…

I saw Winter 'neath a spindle tre… She plucked berries bright to crow… She was singing little robin’s son… While wild beech-leaves round and… I ran home into my little house,

Gormlaith, wife of Niall Glundu, Happy was your dream that night, Dreamt you woke in sudden fright, Niall of Ulster stood by you. Niall of Ulster, dead and gone,