Sweet Content, at the rich man’s… Called, ‘Wilt thou let me in?’ ‘No! thou art poor and thou art no… Hast nothing thy way to win. Here love is little and mighty is…

Once she woke to fairyland, Now she wakes to grief, All the golden days are gone, Lost by time—the thief. Once she sprang to meet the dawn,

Deep in the wood’s recesses cool I see the fairy dancers glide, In cloth of gold, in gown of green… My lord and lady side by side. But who has hung from leaf to leaf…

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…

Thrice turned she in her narrow be… His tears disturbed her rest; She kissed the little babe that la… So still upon her breast. ‘Dream well,’ she said, 'my daught…

The Dean of Santiago on his mule Rode quick the Guadalquivir banks… He had no eye the veiling eve to l… No ear to listen for the bird’s la… Gold mist and purple of the settin…

Last night a hand pushed on the do… And tirled at the pin. I turned my face unto the wall, And could not cry, ‘Come in!’ I dared not cry, ‘Come in!’

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…

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…

He was the son of a hunting squire And heir to a fair estate, And she but an humble serving maid Who opened his father’s gate. He thought her sweet as the garden…

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…

He walks like one enchanted, Whose soul is held in thrall, By some sweet presence haunted Who passed unseen by all. He speaks as half-forgetting

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,

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…

Now God between us and all harm, For I to-night have seen A banshee in the shadow pass Along the dark boreen. And as she went she keened and cri…