I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling,

THE dews drop slowly and dreams gather:… Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened… And then the clash of fallen horsemen an… Of unknown perishing armies beat about m… We who still labour by the cromlech on t…

I HEARD the old, old men say, ‘Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.’ They had hands like claws, and their kne… Were twisted like the old thorn-trees

Come round me, little childer; There, don’t fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll Magee. My man was a poor fisher

Three Voices [together]. Hurry to bless… The mouths that speak, the notes and str… O masters of the glittering town! O! lay the shrilly trumpet down, Though drunken with the flags that sway

'Love is all Unsatisfied That cannot take the whole Body and soul’; And that is what Jane said.

WOULD I could cast a sail on the wate… Where many a king has gone And many a king’s daughter, And alight at the comely trees and the l… The playing upon pipes and the dancing,

O THOUGHT, fly to her when the end o… Awakens an old memory, and say, ‘Your strength, that is so lofty and fie… It might call up a new age, calling to m… The queens that were imagined long ago,