What counsel has the hooded moon Put in thy heart, my shyly sweet, Of Love in ancient plenilune, Glory and stars beneath his feet —— A sage that is but kith and kin

Pineapple rock, lemon platt, butter scotch. A sugarsticky girl shovelling scoopfuls of creams for a christian brother. Some school treat. Bad for their tummies. Lozenge and comfit manuf...

Goldbrown upon the sated flood The rockvine clusters lift and sway; Vast wings above the lambent waters broo… Of sullen day. A waste of waters ruthlessly

O, it was out by Donnycarney When the bat flew from tree to tree My love and I did walk together; And sweet were the words she said to me. Along with us the summer wind

Wind whines and whines the shingle, The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single Slimesilvered stone. From whining wind and colder

When the shy star goes forth in heaven All maidenly, disconsolate, Hear you amid the drowsy even One who is singing by your gate. His song is softer than the dew

Strings in the earth and air Make music sweet; Strings by the river where The willows meet. There’s music along the river

I would in that sweet bosom be (O sweet it is and fair it is!) Where no rude wind might visit me. Because of sad austerities I would in that sweet bosom be.

Again! Come, give, yield all your strength t… From far a low word breathes on the brea… Its cruel calm, submission’s misery, Gentling her awe as to a soul predestine…