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…

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…

ONE thing in all things have I s… One thought has haunted earth and… Clangour and silence both have bee… Its palace chambers. Everywhere I saw the mystic vision flow

AFTER READING THE UPAN… OUT of the dusky chamber of the b… Flows the imperial will through dr… The fires of life around it tempt… The lights of earth behind it fade…

WHEN the soul sought refuge in t… Overborne by strife and pain beyon… From some secret hollow, whisper s… Came the legend of the soul. Some bright one of old time laid h…

IN the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met by mighty days. On the hedge the hanging dew

I AM the tender voice calling “A… Whispering between the beatings of… And inaccessible in dewy eyes I dwell, and all unkissed on lovel… Lingering between white breasts in…

NOT her own sorrow only that hath… Upon yon gentle face. Too slight have been her childhood… The imprint of such pain. It hid behind her laughing hours,…

OH, at the eagle’s height To lie i’ the sweet of the sun, While veil after veil takes flight And God and the world are one. Oh, the night on the steep!

DARK head by the fireside broodi… Where upon your ears Whirlwinds of the earth intruding Sound in wrath and tears: Tender-hearted, in your lonely

O HOLY SPIRIT of the Hazel,… Though shining suns and silver moo… And though the fruit of stars by m… Yet in the undergrowth below, stil… Lighting the monstrous maze and la…

WE turned back mad from the mysti… All foamed with red and with elfin… Up from the heart of the twilight’… The fires enchanted were starward… We turned back mad: we thought of…

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 mood hath known all beauty,… O’€™erwhelmed majesties In these pale forms, and kingly cr… On brows no longer bold, And through the shadowy terrors of…

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,