#IrishWriters
A CABIN on the mountain side hi… Where door and windows open wide t… The rabbit shy can patter in, the… Who throng around the mountain thr… And when the sun sets dimmed in ev…
I HEARD them in their sadness s… “The earth rebukes the thought of… We are but embers wrapped in clay A little nobler than the sod.” But I have touched the lips of cl…
WHAT of all the will to do? It has vanished long ago, For a dream-shaft pierced it throu… From the Unknown Archer’s bow. What of all the soul to think?
THOUGH now thou hast failed and… Though lost for a while be thy hea… For all will be beauty about thee… And lovely the dews for thy chilli… The eyes that had gazed from afar…
WHEN twilight flutters the mount… The faery lights from the earth un… And over the caves enchanted hover The giant heroes and gods of old. The bird of æther its flaming pini…
BEARDED with dewy grass the mou… Their blackness high into the stil… Deepening to blue: far up the glim… In silver transience shines the st… Silent the sheep about me; fleece…
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…
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
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…
A DREAM I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder,
DOES the earth grow grey with gr… For her hero darling fled? Though her vales let fall no leaf, In our hearts her tears are shed. Still the stars laugh on above:
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…
AS flow the rivers to the sea Adown from rocky hill or plain, A thousand ages toiled for thee And gave thee harvest of their gai… And weary myriads of yore
DO you not feel the white glow in… That is the flame of love I send… Not a wafted kiss, hardly a whispe… But love itself that flies as a wh… Let it dwell there, let it rest th…
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…