#Irish
STILL as the holy of holies brea… Within its crystal depths the star… Fire on the altar of the hills at… Burns on the shadowy rim. Moment that holds all moments; whi…
ITS edges foam’d with amethyst an… Withers once more the old blue flo… There where the ether like a diamo… Its petals fade away. A shadowy tumult stirs the dusky a…
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
IT’S a lonely road through boglan… And a sleeper there lies dreaming… Though the moth-wings of the twili… Yet his sleep is filled with music… There’s a hand is white as silver…
BURNING our hearts out with lon… The daylight passed: Millions and millions together, The stars at last! Purple the woods where the dewdrop…
EVEN as a bird sprays many-colou… The plumes of paradise, the dying… Rays through the fevered air in mi… That vanish in the heights. These myriad eyes that look on me…
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…
ON the twilight-burnished hills I… Where below the grey-lipped sands… Drink, and fade and disappear: int… A seer in my heart abides. Once the diamond dancing day-waves…
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…
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
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
I THOUGHT, beloved, to have br… A gift of quietness and ease and p… Cooling your brow as with the myst… Dropping from twilight trees. Homeward I go not yet; the darkne…
THOUGH now thou hast failed and… Though lost for a while be thy hea… For all will be beauty about thee… And lovely the dews for thy chilli… The eyes that had gazed from afar…
I FAIN would leave the tender so… I sang to you of old, Thinking the oft-sung beauty wrong… The magic never told. And touch no more the thoughts, th…
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…