IF Michael, leader of God’s host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven’s door-p… He would his deeds forget. Brooding no more upon God’s wars

Many ingenious lovely things are gone That seemed sheer miracle to the multitu… protected from the circle of the moon That pitches common things about. Ther… Amid the ornamental bronze and stone

Endure what life God gives and ask no l… Cease to remember the delights of youth,… Delight becomes death-longing if all lon… Even from that delight memory treasures… Death, despair, division of families, al…

You gave, but will not give again Until enough of paudeen’s pence By Biddy’s halfpennies have lain To be 'some sort of evidence’, Before you’ll put your guineas down,

Autumn is over the long leaves that love… And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leave… The hour of the waning of love has beset…

ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were l… Master of Love, wishing them to he happ… among the dead, told to each a story of… that their hearts were broken and they d… I HARDLY hear the curlew cry,

THE old brown thorn-trees break in two… Under a bitter black wind that blows fro… Our courage breaks like an old tree in a… But we have hidden in our hearts the fla… Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

O curlew, cry no more in the air, Or only to the water in the West; Because your crying brings to my mind passion-dimmed eyes and long heavy hair That was shaken out over my breast:

Shepherd. That cry’s from the first cuc… I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast Could make me wish for anything this day… Being old, but that the old alone might…

I have drunk ale from the Country of th… And weep because I know all things now: I have been a hazel-tree, and they hung The Pilot Star and the Crooked Plough Among my leaves in times out of mind: