#Irish
ERE I lose myself in the vastnes… While I gaze on the light and the… May I still feel the heart-pang a… May the voices of sorrow appealing… Ere I storm with the tempest of p…
I WHO had sought afar from earth The faery land to meet, Now find content within its girth And wonder nigh my feet. To-day a nearer love I choose
ON the bird of air blue-breasted… And its shadowy fleece above us wa… Far through rumorous leagues of mi… See the old ascetic yonder, ah, po… Where he crouches wrinkled over by…
WITH Thee a moment! Then what d… Traditions of eternal toil arise, Search for the high, austere and l… The Spirit moves in through etern… Ah, in the soul what memories aris…
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…
YOUR paths were all unknown to u… We were so far away from you: We mixed in thought your spirit th… With whiteness, stars of gold, and… The Mighty Mother nourished you;
TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in… Gay are the hills with song: earth… More dim abodes to roam the primro… Opening their glimmering lips to b… Hush, not a whisper! Let your hea…
LIKE winds or waters were her wa… The flowing tides, the airy stream… Are troubled not by any dreams; They know the circle of their days… Like winds or waters were her ways…
WE are desert leagues apart; Time is misty ages now Since the warmth of heart to heart Chased the shadows from my brow. Oh, I am so old, meseems
THE SKIES from black to pearly… Had veered without a star or sun; Only a burning opal ray Fell on your brow when all was don… Aye, after victory, the crown;
DARK head by the fireside broodi… Where upon your ears Whirlwinds of the earth intruding Sound in wrath and tears: Tender-hearted, in your lonely
EVEN as a bird sprays many-colou… The plumes of paradise, the dying… Rays through the fevered air in mi… That vanish in the heights. These myriad eyes that look on me…
WHEN in my shadowy hours I pierc… They change into immortal joys or… Moytura’s battle still endures and… The golden sun powers with the mig… I think that every teardropp shed…
THE HERO first thought it To him ’twas a deed: To those who retaught it, A chain on their speed. The fire that we kindled,
I GO down from the hills half in… Where the Mother with gentlest br… For I know that my childhood is o… And the love that I had in the ol… I am fired by a Danaan whisper of…