White waves on the water, Gold leaves on the tree, As Mananan’s daughter Arose from the sea. The bud and the blossom,

The bread is mine Unmixed with leaven And the purple wine Of the Vines of Heaven; I have asked to see

The stars sang in God’s garden; The stars are the birds of God; The night-time is God’s harvest, Its fruits are the words of God. God ploughed His fields at mornin…

I do not know how you can shun His sight who sees himself a clod Whose blindness still outstares th… And gazes on the hidden God. I do not know how you can hate

I loose the secrets of my soul And mint my heart to heavy words Lest you should need to ask a dole Of singing from the winds and bird… You will not heed nor bear my soul…

The day I knew you loved me we ha… Deep in Coill Doraca down by Gle… Unknown to each till suddenly I s… You in the shadow, knew oppressive… Stopping my heart, and there you d…

I try to blame When from your eyes the battle-fla… Leaps: when cleaves my speech the… For fear lest I should speak your… Your name that’s known

All our best ye have branded When the people were choosing them… When ’twas Death they demanded Ye laughed! Ye were losing them. But the blood that ye spilt in the…

I am the Seer: for in you I see The fair unfolding of a secret flo… The pomp and pageant of eternal po… The crown and pride of your high d… I am the Prophet: this your proph…

See the crocus’ golden cup Like a warrior leaping up At the summons of the spring, “Guard turn out!” for welcoming Of the new elected year.

The worm is clad in plated mail And rides upon the envious Earth His power prevails and shall preva… When Death gleans in the fields o… He sips the purple wine of kings

I am a wave of the sea And the foam of the wave And the wind of the foam And the wings of the wind. My soul’s in the salt of the sea

Now a gentle dusk shall fall Slowly on the world, and all The singing voices softly cease And a silence and great peace Cover all the blushing earth

Because I used to shun Death and the mouth of hell And count my battle won If I should see the sun The blood and smoke dispel,

The wind rose, the sea rose A wave rose on the sea, It sang the mournful singing Of a sad centenary; It sang the song of an old man