AT dusk the window panes grew gre… The wet world vanished in the gloo… The dim and silver end of day Scarce glimmered through the littl… And all my sins were told; I said

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

WHO would think this quiet breath… From the world had taken flight? Yet within the form we see there Wakes the Golden King to-night. Out upon the face of faces

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…

WHO are exiles? As for me Where beneath the diamond dome Lies the light on hill or tree, There my palace is and home. Who are lonely lacking care?

I SAID my pleasure shall not mov… It is not fixed in things apart: Seeking not love—but yet to love— I put my trust in mine own heart. I knew the fountain of the deep

THE GREY road whereupon we trod… The eve was all one voice that bre… And burning multitudes pour throug… Too swift and hurried in their fli… Twin gates unto that living world,…

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…

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…

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

WHILE the earth is dark and grey How I laugh within. I know In my breast what ardours gay From the morning overflow. Though the cheek be white and wet

BY many a dream of God and man my… But as I went through Patrick St… The hopes and prophecies were dead… Walked amid rottenness, or where t… Where was the beauty that the Lor…

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 the morning breaks above us And the wild sweet stars have fled… By the faery hands that love us Wakened you and I will tread Where the lilacs on the lawn

HE bent above: so still her breat… What air she breathed he could not… Whether in worlds of life or death… So softly ebbed away, away, The life that had been light to hi…