Swayed upon the gaudy stern The butt-end of a steering-oar, And saw wherever I could turn A crown upon the shore. I And though I would have hushed the cr…
If any man drew near When I was young, I thought, ‘He holds her dear,’ And shook with hate and fear. But O! ‘twas bitter wrong
She lived in storm and strife, Her soul had such desire For what proud death may bring That it could not endure The common good of life,
I had this thought awhile ago, ‘My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do In this blind bitter land.’ And I grew weary of the sun
Now must I these three praise— Three women that have wrought What joy is in my days: One because no thought, Nor those unpassing cares,
Why should I blame her that she filled… With misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent… Or hurled the little streets upon the gr… Had they but courage equal to desire?
Some may have blamed you that you took a… The verses that could move them on the d… When, the ears being deafened, the sight… With lightning, you went from me, and I… Nothing to make a song about but kings,
“Would it were anything but merely voice… The No King cried who after that was K… Because he had not heard of anything That balanced with a word is more than n… Yet Old Romance being kind, let him pre…
Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-deligh… That seemed as though ice burned and was… And thereupon imagination and heart were… So wild that every casual thought of tha… Vanished, and left but memories, that sh…
Ah, that Time could touch a form That could show what Homer’s age Bred to be a hero’s wage. ‘Were not all her life but storm, Would not painters paint a form
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,
The fascination of what’s difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and r… Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart. There’s something ails… That must, as if it had not holy blood
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth,
Though leaves are many, the root is one; Through all the lying days of my youth I swayed my leaves and flowers in the su… Now I may wither into the truth.
Where, where but here have pride and Tr… That long to give themselves for wage, To shake their wicked sides at youth Restraining reckless middle-age?
You say, as I have often given tongue In praise of what another’s said or sung… ’Twere politic to do the like by these; But was there ever dog that praised his…
Once, when midnight smote the air, Eunuchs ran through Hell and met On every crowded street to stare Upon great Juan riding by: Even like these to rail and sweat
“Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes.” “O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise, And yet not cold.”
How should the world be luckier if this… Where passion and precision have been on… Time out of mind, became too ruinous To breed the lidleSs eye that loves the… And the sweet laughing eagle thoughts th…
Dear Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our c… When we are high and airy hundreds say That if we hold that flight they’ll leav… While those same hundreds mock another d… Because we have made our art of common t…
These are the clouds about the fallen su… The majesty that shuts his burning eye: The weak lay hand on what the strong has… Till that be tumbled that was lifted hig… And discord follow upon unison,
There where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping horses, The crowd that closes in behind: We, too, had good attendance once,
Sickness brought me this Thought, in that scale of his: Why should I be dismayed Though flame had burned the whole World, as it were a coal,
All things can tempt me from this craft… One time it was a woman’s face, or worse… The seeming needs of my fool-driven land… Now nothing but comes readier to the han… Than this accustomed toil. When I was y…
I whispered, “I am too young,” And then, “I am old enough”; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. “Go and love, go and love, young man,
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...
