#Irish
THERE is an hour, they say, On which your dream has power: Then all you wish for comes, As comes the lost field-bird Down to the island-lights;
ALOOF from his tribe On the elm-tree’s top, A jackdaw perched A hand-reach up. Silent he sat
A MOUNTAIN SPINNING SONG (A Young Girl sings it) THE Lannan Shee Watched the young man Brian Cross over the stile towards his f…
The Swallows sang ALIEN to us are Your fields, and your cotes, and y… Secret our nests are Although they be built in your eav…
MAVOURNEEN, we’ll go far away From the net of the crooked town Where they grudge us the light of… Around my neck you will lay Two tight little arms of brown.
OVER old walls the Laburnums hang cones of fire; Laburnums that grow out of old mould in old gardens: Old maids and old men who have sav…
A HUNDRED men think I am their… drink ale, But their presence fades away from… When I think upon your converse k… and the linn,
MY eyelids red and heavy arc With bending o’er the smold’ring p… I know the Aeneid now by heart, My Virgil read in cold and heat, In loneliness and hunger smart.
’Tis long since, long since, since… A tin-whistle played, And heard the tunes, the ha’penny… That nobody made! The tunes that were before Cendfi…
THE well– They come to it and take Their cupful or their palmful out… The well– Stones are around it, and an elder…
‘I KNOW where I’d get An ass that would do, If I had the money A pound or two.’ Said a ragged man
An age being mathematical, these f… Of linear stalks and spheroid bloo… By men with wakened, speculative m… And when with mathematics they exp… The Macrocosm, and came at last t…
The moon-cradle’s rocking and rock… Where a cloud and a cloud goes by: Silently rocking and rocking, The moon-cradle out in the sky. The hound’s in his loop by the fir…
THE fiddles were playing and play… The couples were out on the floor; From converse and dancing he drew… And across the door. Ah! strange were the dim, wide mea…
I AM the Toy-maker; I have broug… As much in my plack as should fetc… I’ll array for you now my stock of… And man’s the raree will show you. Here’s a horse that is rearing to…