COME play with me; Why should you run Through the shaking tree As though I’d a gun To strike you dead?

Hidden by old age awhile In masker’s cloak and hood, Each hating what the other loved, Face to face we stood: ‘That I have met with such,’ said he,

IF you have revisited the town, thin Sh… Whether to look upon your monument (I wonder if the builder has been paid) Or happier-thoughted when the day is spe… To drink of that salt breath out of the…

The Powers whose name and shape no livi… Have pulled the Immortal Rose; And though the Seven Lights bowed in th… The Polar Dragon slept, His heavy rings uncoiled from glimmering…

THREE old hermits took the air By a cold and desolate sea, First was muttering a prayer, Second rummaged for a flea; On a windy stone, the third,

REMEMBER all those renowned generati… They left their bodies to fatten the wol… They left their homesteads to fatten the… Fled to far countries, or sheltered them… In cavern, crevice, or hole,

‘Those Platonists are a curse,’ he said… ‘God’s fire upon the wane, A diagram hung there instead, More women born than men.’

There was a green branch hung with many… When her own people ruled this tragic E… And from its murmuring greenness, calm o… A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell. It charmed away the merchant from his gu…

ON the grey rock of Cashel the mind’s e… Has called up the cold spirits that are… When the old moon is vanished from the s… And the new still hides her horn. Under blank eyes and fingers never still