#Irish
OH, if my spirit may foretell Or earlier impart, It is because I always dwell With morning in my heart. I feel the keen embrace of light
IN the black pool of the midnight… And its foam in rippling silver wh… Falling on the mountain rampart pi… Only you and I, beloved, moving i… In the dark tarn of my spirit, lov…
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
ON me to rest, my bird, my bird: The swaying branches of my heart Are blown by every wind toward The home whereto their wings depar… Build not your nest, my bird, on m…
A LAUGHTER in the diamond air,… And one by one the words of light… “I am the sunlight in the heart, t… My laughter runs and ripples throu… I am the fire upon the hills, the…
WHILE the yellow constellations… In the lilac-scented stillness let… All the flowers like moths a-flutt… Everywhere around us seem to fall… Through the drowsy lull, the murmu…
HERE where the loves of others c… The vision of my heart begins. The wisdom that within us grows Is absolution for our sins. We took forbidden fruit and ate
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:
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…
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…
THOSE delicate wanderers, The wind, the star, the cloud, Ever before mine eyes, As to an altar bowed, Light and dew-laden airs
THE WINDS, the stars, and the… By the heavenly King yet know it… And man who moves in the twilight… Feels not the love that encircles… Though in heart, on bosom, and eye…
ERE I lose myself in the vastnes… While I gaze on the light and the… May I still feel the heart-pang a… May the voices of sorrow appealing… Ere I storm with the tempest of p…
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…
MOTHER, with whom our lives sho… Not hatred keeps our lives apart: Charmed by some lesser glow in the… Our hearts beat not within thy hea… Beauty, the face, the touch, the e…