I go through wet spring woods alon… Through sweet green woods with hea… My weary foot upon the grass Falls heavy as I pass. The cuckoo from the distance cries…

Before my time my kindred were As felons in their land, Because they claimed the liberty That freemen understand. Ere I was born in Dublin town

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.

So for the luxury of the flesh, wr… In the bear’s coat sheltering its… Give wine for its hot veins, fame… All ends in one eclipse, Sunshine or snows.

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,

Here a gentle poet lies, Hurt to death by stinging flies. Hush thy laughter, whisper low. He hath more joy in the swift flig… Of some shy star that flew the nig…

A beggar sat by the King’s highwa… O, but the road was long! His hair was black and his beard w… Hark to the linnet’s song! He sat him down by the churchyard…

When saucy Celia came my way I knew my sport was ended, So ceased my cunning rod to play, Since she the fish befriended. Across my eyes her tangled locks

You were very fair to meet once,… With your eyes like some blue hidi… Now where the sun would ever seem… Now glowing purple through a diamo… But it was the wonder hair that yo…

Kine, kine, in the meadows, why do… High is the grass to your knees an… Sweet with the perfume of honey, a… But the sad-eyed kine on the hills… ‘Man, man has bereft us and taken…

I am the song, that rests upon the… I am the sun I am the dawn, the day, the hiding… When dusk is done. I am the changing colours of the t…

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…

Down his long garden he did slowly… For fairer sight did each new path… Now bent he where the purple aster… Now stayed his feet beside a chang… Like some pale leaf blown by an up…

Goodbye, sweet friend, goodbye And all the world must be Between my friend and me; And nothing is, dear heart, But hands that meet to part;