#Irish
SEE where the light streams over… Starward aspire! The sacred sign upon the holy moun… Shines in white fire: Wavering and flaming yonder o’er t…
WITHIN the iron cities One walked unknown for years, In his heart the pity of pities That grew for human tears. When love and grief were ended
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 MIGHT that shaped itself t… In chaos, here is lulled in breath… Under the long brown ridge in gent… Its fierce old pulses beat. Quiet and sad we go at eve; the fi…
A DREAM I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder,
LIGHTEST of dancers, with no t… Thy glimmering feet beat on my hea… Gayest of singers, with no care Waking to beauty the still air, More than the labours of our art,
THE WHILE my mad brain whirled… She only looked with eyes elate Immortal love at me. I found How deep the glance of love can wo… How cruel pity is to hate.
WE laid him to rest with tenderne… Homeward we turned in the twilight… We thought in ourselves with dumb… All the story of earth is told. A beautiful word at the last was s…
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…
AS from our dream we died away Far off I felt the outer things; Your wind-blown tresses round me p… Your bosom’s gentle murmurings. And far away our faces met
A SHAFT of fire that falls like… And melts and maddens all my blood… From out thy spirit flashes throug… The burning-glass of womanhood. Only so far; here must I stay:
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…
OH, be not led away, Lured by the colour of the sun-ric… The gay romance of song Unto the spirit life doth not belo… Though far-between the hours
IN summer time, with high imagini… Of proud Crusaders and of Paynim… The children crowned themselves wi… And fought there, building up thei… Their mimic war, from old majestic…
WHEN mine hour is come Let no teardropp fall And no darkness hover Round me where I lie. Let the vastness call