#IrishWriters
FAINT grew the yellow buds of li… Far flickering beyond the snows, As leaning o’er the shadowy white Morn glimmered like a pale primros… Within an Indian vale below
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…
LET us leave our island woods gro… O’er the waters creeping the pea… Hides the silver of the long wave… The chill for the warm room let us… Turn the lamp down low and draw th…
SHADOWY-PETALLED, like the… Through the sapphire Soma rising… As when first in yellow splendour… High above the darkening mounds wh… All the tiny planet folk are wavin…
THROUGH the blue shadowy valle… Flower rich the night, flower soft… I hurried over before I came to t… Where the orange flame-glow danced… And the lovely mother who drooped…
THE BLUE dusk ran between the s… It left to-day and yesterday and t… To-day was past and dead for me, f… Through thrice a thousand years to… On temple top and palace roof the…
THERE’S a cure for sorrow in th… Where the scarlet cressets hang ov… And joyful winds are blowing from… And the heart of the earth is full… Many and many a sunbright maiden s…
THE WONDER of the world is o’… The magic from the sea is gone: There is no unimagined shore, No islet yet to venture on. The Sacred Hazels’ blooms are s…
The soul is its own witness and it… UNTO the deep the deep heart goe… It lays its sadness nigh the breas… Only the Mighty Mother knows The wounds that quiver unconfessed…
FAR up the dim twilight fluttered Moth-wings of vapour and flame: The lights danced over the mountai… Star after star they came. The lights grew thicker unheeded,
WE have left our youth behind: Earth is in its baby years: Void of wisdom cries the wind, And the sunlight knows no tears. When shall twilight feel the awe,
IN day from some titanic past it… As if a thread divine of memory ru… Born ere the Mighty One began his… Or yet were stars and suns. But here an iron will has fixed th…
OUR true hearts are forever lonel… A wistfulness is in our thought: Our lights are like the dawns whic… Seem bright to us and yet are not. Something you see in me I wis not…
STILL rests the heavy share on t… Upon the black mould thick the dew… The horse waits patient: from his… The ploughboy to the morning lifts… The unbudding hedgerows dark again…
ALL the morn a spirit gay Breathes within my heart a rhyme, ’Tis but hide and seek we play In and out the courts of time. Fairy lover, when my feet