S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald,… With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known three centuries, poets sing, Of dalliance with a demon thing. Oisin. Sad to remember, sick with years…
Now, man of croziers, shadows called our… And then away, away, like whirling flame… And now fled by, mist-covered, without s… The youth and lady and the deer and houn… ‘Gaze no more on the phantoms,’ Niamh s…
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a… High as the Saddle-girth, covering away… And those that fled, and that followed,… The immortal desire of Immortals we saw… I mused on the chase with the Fenians,…
The woods of Arcady are dead, And over is their antique joy; Of old the world on dreaming fed; Grey Truth is now her painted toy; Yet still she turns her restless head:
There was a man whom Sorrow named his F… And he, of his high comrade Sorrow drea… Went walking with slow steps along the g… And humming Sands, where windy surges w… And he called loudly to the stars to ben…
‘What do you make so fair and bright?’ ‘I make the cloak of Sorrow: O lovely to see in all men’s sight Shall be the cloak of Sorrow, In all men’s sight.’
A little Indian temple in the Golden A… that the forest. Anashuya, the young pri… temple. Anashuya. Send peace on all the lands a… O, may tranquillity walk by his elbow
I passed along the water’s edge below th… My spirit rocked in evening light, the r… My spirit rocked in sleep and sighs; and… All dripping on a grassy slope, and saw… Each other round in circles, and heard t…
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…
Autumn is over the long leaves that love… And over the mice in the barley sheaves; Yellow the leaves of the rowan above us, And yellow the wet wild-strawberry leave… The hour of the waning of love has beset…
‘Your eyes that once were never weary of… Are bowed in sotrow under pendulous lids… Because our love is waning.’ And then She: ‘Although our love is waning, let us sta…
I sat on cushioned otter-skin: My word was law from Ith to Emain, And shook at Inver Amergin The hearts of the world-troubling seamen… And drove tumult and war away
Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuth Wood in the lake, There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats;
Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. She carries in the dishes,
Down by the salley gardens my love and… She passed the salley gardens with littl… She bid me take love easy, as the leaves… But I, being young and foolish, with he… In a field by the river my love and I d…
You waves, though you dance by my feet l… Though you glow and you glance, though y… In the Junes that were warmer than thes… When I was a boy with never a crack in… The herring are not in the tides as they…
Good Father John O’Hart In penal days rode out To a Shoneen who had free lands And his own snipe and trout. In trust took he John’s lands;
Come round me, little childer; There, don’t fling stones at me Because I mutter as I go; But pity Moll Magee. My man was a poor fisher
‘Lay me in a cushioned chair; Carry me, ye four, With cushions here and cushions there, To see the world once more. ’To stable and to kennel go;
