I TURN round Like a dumb beast in a show. Neither know what I am Nor where I go, My language beaten

When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world; The jewelled crowns that kings have hurl… In shadowy pools, when armies fled;

The quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves… The full round moon and the star—laden s… And the loud song of the ever—singing le… Had hid away earth’s old and weary cry. And then you came with those red mournfu…

O sweet everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will, Flame under flame, till Time be no more… Have you not heard that our hearts are o…

I asked if i should pray. But the Brahmin said, ‘pray for nothing, say Every night in bed, ’I have been a king,

The island dreams under the dawn And great boughs drop tranquillity; The peahens dance on a smooth lawn, A parrot sways upon a tree, Raging at his own image in the enamelled…

PARNELL came down the road, he said t… 'Ireland shall get her freedom and you s…

THE moments passed as at a play; I had the wisdom love brings forth; I had my share of mother-wit, And yet for all that I could say, And though I had her praise for it,

A DOLL in the doll-maker’s house Looks at the cradle and bawls: ‘That is an insult to us.’ But the oldest of all the dolls, Who had seen, being kept for show,

SING of the O’Rahilly, Do not deny his right; Sing a 'the’ before his name; Allow that he, despite All those learned historians,

I sought a theme and sought for it in va… I sought it daily for six weeks or so. Maybe at last, being but a broken man, I must be satisfied with my heart, altho… Winter and summer till old age began

Under the Great Comedian’s tomb the cro… A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that is clear of cl… Brightness remains; a brighter star shoo… What shudders run through all that anima…

I WOULD be ignorant as the dawn That has looked down On that old queen measuring a town With the pin of a brooch, Or on the withered men that saw

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,