I made a heaven for you filled wit… Each star a song Meant to give happy music to your… Day and night long. But in your workshop you are close…

They are so glad of a young compan… They hail and bless me, these boys… And I whose pathway was dark and… Have no more need of the sun to sh… We’ll walk in darkness, obscure, d…

She has all Ireland in her blood, All Ireland’s need of sword and t… With memories dim before the flood… And conflicts of a thousand years. No son of Italy should love

I dreamt last night That spring had come. Across green fields I saw a blur Of crimson-blossomed plum. I’ve never known

You, whom the grave cannot bind, Shall a song hold you? Still you escape from the mesh Spun to enfold you. Your woven texture of flesh

Each day I sit in an ill-lighted… To teach a boy; For one hour by the clock great wo… Are our employ. We read St Agnes’ Eve and that m…

I dare not leave the splendid town To go where morning meadows are, For somewhere here the Future’s h… In factory, shop, or liquor bar. And when the picture shows are clo…

I think each year should bring Little fresh songs Like flowers in spring. That they might deck the hours For a brief while

I like the riders Clad in rose and blue; Their colours glitter And their horses too. Swift go the riders

They have a few little hours To study the world’€” Its lovely absence of clouds, Or the thunderbolts hurled By hidden powers’€”

I have to make a soul for one Who lost his soul in childhood’s h… And I’m not sure’€”not really sur… If I have power. I don’t know whether souls are mad…

I lie in the dark Grass beneath and you above me, Curved like the sky, Insistent that you love me. But the high stars

I wish you’d seen that dirty littl… Finger at nose, Peeking and ginking at some girls… Seated on the high window-sills to… One of the girls had hair as brigh…

Child Sun Why will you play Peep Bo Now in, now out The workroom window so? True ’tis