#IrishWriters
From me spring good and evil. WHO gave thee such a ruby flaming… And such a pure cold spirit? Side… I know these must eternally abide In intimate war, and each to each…
THOSE delicate wanderers, The wind, the star, the cloud, Ever before mine eyes, As to an altar bowed, Light and dew-laden airs
WHERE we sat at dawn together, w… We were weaving dreams in silence,… By a hand of fire awakened, in a m… Upward to the heaven of heavens—th… Flare and flaunt the monstrous hig…
I THOUGHT, beloved, to have br… A gift of quietness and ease and p… Cooling your brow as with the myst… Dropping from twilight trees. Homeward I go not yet; the darkne…
WHO is that goddess to whom men s… But her from whom their hearts hav… Out of whose virgin being they wer… Whose mother nature they have name… Calling its holy substance common…
A LAUGHTER in the diamond air,… And one by one the words of light… “I am the sunlight in the heart, t… My laughter runs and ripples throu… I am the fire upon the hills, the…
THE HEAVENS lay hold on us: t… Fondle with flickering fingers bro… A new enchantment lights the ancie… What is it looks between us gaze o… Does the wild spirit of the endles…
I WILL not follow you, my bird, I will not follow you. I would not breathe a word, my bir… To bring thee here anew. I love the free in thee, my bird,
WHEN the unquiet hours depart And far away their tumults cease, Within the twilight of the heart We bathe in peace, are stilled wit… The fire that slew us through the…
I COULD praise you once with be… And entered my life with love in a… I could lure with a song from afar… But with pinions drooping together… In the land of beautiful silence t…
NOW when the spirit in us wakes a… Filled with home yearnings, drowsi… From its deep heart high dreams an… Mixed with the memory of the loved… Clothing the vast with a familiar…
DARK glowed the vales of amethys… Beneath an opal shroud: The moon bud opened through the mi… Its white-fire leaves of cloud. Through rapt at gaze with eyes of…
TWILIGHT, a blossom grey in sh… Under the radiant dark the deep bl… In quietness reïmage heaven within… Sapphire and gold and mystery. Wh… Out of what deeps arising, all the…
THE WARMTH of life is quenched… Upon the lonely road a child limps… Skirting the frozen pools: our way… Our hearts sink utterly. But from the snow-patched moorland…
WHEN the morning breaks above us And the wild sweet stars have fled… By the faery hands that love us Wakened you and I will tread Where the lilacs on the lawn