‘I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,’ cried she. ‘Come out of charity, Come dance with me in Ireland.’

THIS night has been so strange that it… As if the hair stood up on my head. From going-down of the sun I have dream… That women laughing, or timid or wild, In rustle of lace or silken stuff,

I CRIED when the moon was mutmuring t… ‘Let peewit call and curlew cry where th… I long for your merry and tender and pit… For the roads are unending, and there is… The honey-pale moon lay low on the sleep…

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:

TOIL and grow rich, What’s that but to lie With a foul witch And after, drained dry, To be brought

III Slim adolescence that a nymph has stripp… Peleus on Thetis stares. Her limbs are delicate as an eyelid, Love has blinded him with tears;

Though you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or proud, But think about old friends the most:

Who talks of Plato’s spindle; What set it whirling round? Eternity may dwindle, Time is unwound, Dan and Jerry Lout

Were you but lying cold and dead, And lights were paling out of the West, You would come hither, and bend your hea… And I would lay my head on your breast; And you would murmur tender words,