The light of evening, Lissadell, Great windows open to the south, Two girls in silk kimonos, both Beautiful, one a gazelle. But a raving autumn shears
Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal; A man awaits his end Dreading and hoping all; Many times he died,
My Soul. I summon to the winding ancien… Set all your mind upon the steep ascent, Upon the broken, crumbling battlement, Upon the breathless starlit air, Upon the star that marks the hidden pole…
Blessed be this place, More blessed still this tower; A bloody, arrogant power Rose out of the race Uttering, mastering it,
In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli Bodies of holy men and women exude Miraculous oil, odour of violet. But under heavy loads of trampled clay Lie bodies of the vampires full of blood…
The Heavenly Circuit; Berenice’s Hair; Tent-pole of Eden; the tent’s drapery; Symbolical glory of thc earth and air! The Father and His angelic hierarchy That made the magnitude and glory there
A storm beaten old watch-tower, A blind hermit rings the hour. All-destroying sword-blade still Carried by the wandering fool. Gold-sewn silk on the sword-blade,
We that have done and thought, That have thought and done, Must ramble, and thin out Like milk spilt on a stone.
Though the great song return no more There’s keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.
‘Those Platonists are a curse,’ he said… ‘God’s fire upon the wane, A diagram hung there instead, More women born than men.’
Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far awa… Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the… What are all those fish that lie gasping…
The First. My great-grandfather spoke t… In Grattan’s house. The Second. My great-grandfather shared A pot-house bench with Oliver Goldsmith… The Third. My great-grandfather’s fathe…
Crazed through much child-bearing The moon is staggering in the sky; Moon-struck by the despairing Glances of her wandering eye We grope, and grope in vain,
I meditate upon a swallow’s flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night Although that western cloud is luminous, Great works constructed there in nature’…
Under my window-ledge the waters race, Otters below and moor-hens on the top, Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven’s fac… Then darkening through 'dark’ Raftery’s… Run underground, rise in a rocky place
‘Never shall a young man, Thrown into despair By those great honey-coloured Ramparts at your ear, Love you for yourself alone
Swift has sailed into his rest; Savage indignation there Cannot lacerate his breast. Imitate him if you dare, World-besotted traveller; he
The heron-billed pale cattle-birds That feed on some foul parasite Of the Moroccan flocks and herds Cross the narrow Straits to light In the rich midnight of the garden trees
The intellect of man is forced to choose perfection of the life, or of the work, And if it take the second must refuse A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark. When all that story’s finished, what’s t…
I asked if i should pray. But the Brahmin said, ‘pray for nothing, say Every night in bed, ’I have been a king,
The unpurged images of day recede; The Emperor’s drunken soldiery are abed… Night resonance recedes, night-walkers’… After great cathedral gong; A starlit or a moonlit dome disdains
The threefold terror of love; a fallen f… Through the hollow of an ear; Wings beating about the room; The terror of all terrors that I bore The Heavens in my womb.
Between extremities Man runs his course; A brand, or flaming breath. Comes to destroy All those antinomies
Where had her sweetness gone? What fanatics invent In this blind bitter town, Fantasy or incident Not worth thinking of,
Acquaintance; companion; One dear brilliant woman; The best-endowed, the elect, All by their youth undone, All, all, by that inhuman
What they undertook to do They brought to pass; All things hang like a drop of dew Upon a blade of grass.
I ranted to the knave and fool, But outgrew that school, Would transform the part, Fit audience found, but cannot rule My fanatic heart.
Through intricate motions ran Stream and gliding sun And all my heart seemed gay: Some stupid thing that I had done Made my attention stray.
I– CRAZY JANE AND THE BISHOP Bring me to the blasted oak That I, midnight upon the stroke, (All find safety in the tomb.) May call down curses on his head
