IF you have revisited the town, thin Sh… Whether to look upon your monument (I wonder if the builder has been paid) Or happier-thoughted when the day is spe… To drink of that salt breath out of the…

‘THOUGH logic-choppers rule the town, And every man and maid and boy Has marked a distant object down, An aimless joy is a pure joy,’ Or so did Tom O’Roughley say

When the flaming lute-thronged angelic d… When an immortal passion breathes in mor… Our hearts endure the scourge, the plait… Crowded with bitter faces, the wounds in… The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by…

I DREAMED that one had died in a str… Near no accustomed hand, And they had nailed the boards above her… The peasants of that land, Wondering to lay her in that solitude,

I walked among the seven woods of Coole… Shan-walla, where a willow-hordered pond Gathers the wild duck from the winter da… Shady Kyle-dortha; sunnier Kyle-na-no, Where many hundred squirrels are as happ…

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;

WHY should not old men be mad? Some have known a likely lad That had a sound fly-fisher’s wrist Turn to a drunken journalist; A girl that knew all Dante once

Half close your eyelids, loosen your hai… And dream about the great and their prid… They have spoken against you everywhere, But weigh this song with the great and t… I made it out of a mouthful of air,

I admit the briar Entangled in my hair Did not injure me; My blenching and trembling, Nothing but dissembling,

The harlot sang to the beggar-man. I meet them face to face, Conall, Cuchulain, Usna’s boys, All that most ancient race; Maeve had three in an hour, they say.

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;

A moonlight moor. Fairies leading a… Male Fairies: Do not fear us, earthly m… We will lead you hand in hand By the willows in the glade, By the gorse on the high land,