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…

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

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…

I KNOW myself no more, my child, Since thou art come to me, Pity so tender and so wild Hath wrapped my thoughts of thee. These thoughts, a fiery gentle rai…

WITH the glamour of the Gay How you made our hearts to flame; Gave each life some airy aim: Ever round you seemed to play Sunlight from some inner day.

WHERE the Greyhound River winde… Scarce a wild fowl shakes the quie… Only God exults in silence over f… Where the silver wave with sweetne… I was bent above, my image mirrore…

DUSK wraps the village in its di… Each chimney’s vapour, like a thin… Mounting aloft through miles of qu… Pillars the skies of God. Far up they break or seem to break…

THE LIGHTS shone down the stre… In the long blue close of day: A boy’s heart beat sweet, sweet, As it flowered in its dreamy clay. Beyond the dazzling throng

I BEGIN through the grass once… I can see, through a face that has… Of the earth, of the mother, my he… As I lie ’mid the cool green tres… I begin with the grass once again…

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

WHAT is the love of shadowy lips That know not what they seek or pr… From whom the lure for ever slips And fails their phantom tenderness… The mystery and light of eyes

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,

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,

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…

THIS is the hero-heart of the en… Whom now the twilight children ten… Pat with their pearly palms and cr… While in the mountain’s breast his… Who now of Dana’s host may guide…