#Irish
MEN have made them gods of love, Sun-gods, givers of the rain, Deities of hill and grove: I have made a god of Pain. Of my god I know this much,
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…
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…
WITH eyes all untroubled she lau… Bending beneath the creel with the… Till evening with pearl dew dims t… And night lit with dreamlight enfo… Then she will wander, her heart al…
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?
COME earth’s little children pit… Hangs within the gloom its weary h… In the valley underneath us throug… Over fields and over hedgerows lit… All adown the pale blue mantle of…
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 PITIED one whose tattered dre… Was patched, and stained with dust… He smiled on me; I could not gues… The viewless spirit’s wide domain. He said, “The royal robe I wear
WELL, when all is said and done Best within my narrow way, May some angel of the sun Muse memorial o’er my clay: “Here was beauty all betrayed
I HAVE wept a million tears: Pure and proud one, where are thin… What the gain though all thy years In unbroken beauty shine? All your beauty cannot win
COULD you not in silence borrow Strength to go from us ungrieving? All these hours of loving sorrow Only make more bitter leaving. You will go forth lonely, thinking
I WOULD not have the love of li… The ancient ways of love: But in my heart I built a Paradis… A nest there for the dove. I felt the wings of light that flu…
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;
HOW shallow is this mere that gle… Its depth of blue is from the skie… And from a distant sun the dreams And lovely light within your eyes. We deem our love so infinite
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,