#IrishWriters
WHEN mine hour is come Let no teardropp fall And no darkness hover Round me where I lie. Let the vastness call
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
HOW often have I said, “We may not grieve for the immorta… And now, poor blenchèd heart, Thy ruddy hues all tremulous depar… Why be with fate at strife
POOR little child, my pretty boy… Why did the hunter mark thee out? Wert thou betrayed by thine own jo… Singled through childhood’s merry… And who on such a gentle thing
A DIAMOND glow of winter o’er… Amid the chilly halo nigh the west Flickers a phantom violet bloom un… Dim on the twilight’s breast. Only phantasmal blooms but for an…
THE TWINKLING mists of green… Afloat in the abyss of air, From out the window high and old We watched together there. The monstrous fabric of the town
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
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…
WHEN the unquiet hours depart And far away their tumults cease, Within the twilight of the heart We bathe in peace, are stilled wit… The fire that slew us through the…
FAINT grew the yellow buds of li… Far flickering beyond the snows, As leaning o’er the shadowy white Morn glimmered like a pale primros… Within an Indian vale below
YOU look at me with wan, bright e… When in the deeper world I stray: You fear some hidden ambush lies In wait to call me, “Come away.” What if I see behind the veil
FROM the cool and dark-lipped fu… Breathes a dim delight Through the woodland’s purple plum… To the diamond night. Aureoles of joy encircle
AS one by one the veils took flig… The day withdrew, the stars came u… The spirit issued pale and bright Filling thy beauty like a cup. Sacred thy laughter on the air,
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…
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