#Irish
WHAT call may draw thee back aga… Lost dove, what art, what charm ma… The tender touch, the kiss, are va… For thou wert lured away by these. Oh, must we use the iron hand,
WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal aureole? Moving in a joyous trance,
THE SWEETEST song was ever su… May soothe you but a little while: The gayest music ever rung Shall yield you but a fleeting smi… The well I digged you soon shall…
OH, if my spirit may foretell Or earlier impart, It is because I always dwell With morning in my heart. I feel the keen embrace of light
WHO is this unseen messenger For ever between me and her, Who brings love’s precious merchan… The golden breath, the dew of sigh… And the wild, gentle thoughts that…
THE TWINKLING mists of green… Afloat in the abyss of air, From out the window high and old We watched together there. The monstrous fabric of the town
I WOKE to find my pillow wet With the tears for deeds deep hid… I knew no sorrow here, but yet The tears fell softly through the… Your eyes, your other eyes of drea…
I FAIN would leave the tender so… I sang to you of old, Thinking the oft-sung beauty wrong… The magic never told. And touch no more the thoughts, th…
AS from our dream we died away Far off I felt the outer things; Your wind-blown tresses round me p… Your bosom’s gentle murmurings. And far away our faces met
HER mist of primroses within her… Twilight hath folded up, and o’e… Seeking remoter valleys long hath… Not yet hath come her sister of th… Silence and coolness now the earth…
A FRIENDLY mountain I know; As I lie on the green slope there It sets my heart in a glow And closes the door on care. A thought I try to frame—…
NOT unremembering we pass our exi… One timeless hour in time we caugh… With solemn gaiety the stars dance… The lilac breathed amid the shade… But yet the close enfolding night…
WHEN the dawn comes forth I wond… Will our sad, sad hearts awaken, And the grief we laboured under From the new-in-joy be shaken? If the night be long in going,
THEY tell me that the earth is s… Although the Red Branch now is bu… That yonder peasant lifting up his… Can see the marvel of the morning… The wonder Deirdre gazed on when…
WHAT is the love of shadowy lips That know not what they seek or pr… From whom the lure for ever slips And fails their phantom tenderness… The mystery and light of eyes