If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror,

I rage at my own image in the glass, That’s so unlike myself that when you pr… It is as though you praised another, or… Mocked me with praise of my mere opposit… And when I wake towards morn I dread my…

Scene: A house made of logs. There are two windows at the back and a door which cuts off one of the corners of the room. Through the door one can see low rocks which make the ground out...

Be you still, be you still, trembling he… Remember the wisdom out of the old days: Him who trembles before the flame and th… And the winds that blow through the star… Let the starry winds and the flame and t…

While I, that reed-throated whisperer Who comes at need, although not now as o… A clear articulation in the air, But inwardly, surmise companions Beyond the fling of the dull ass’s hoof

Through intricate motions ran Stream and gliding sun And all my heart seemed gay: Some stupid thing that I had done Made my attention stray.

ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the Wo… The tall thought-woven sails, that flap… Above the tide of hours, trouble the air… And God’s bell buoyed to be the water’s… While hushed from fear, or loud with hop…

I CALL on those that call me son, Grandson, or great-grandson, On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-… To judge what I have done. Have I, that put it into words,

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.

PICTURE and book remain, An acre of green grass For air and exercise, Now strength of body goes; Midnight, an old house

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…

He. Dear, I must be gone While night Shuts the eyes Of the household spies; That song announces dawn. She. No, night’s bird and love’s

O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What’s not for their applause, Being for a woman’s sake. Enough if the work has seemed,