SHE might, so noble from head To great shapely knees The long flowing line, Have walked to the altar Through the holy images

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.

Overcome—O bitter sweetness, Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a girl— The rich man and his affairs, The fat flocks and the fields’ fatness, Mariners, rough harvesters;

All things uncomely and broken, All things worn-out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, The creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman,

I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven… Make their faint thunder, and the garden… Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put aw… The unavailing outcries and the old bitt… That empty the heart. I have forgot awh…

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

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

I CRIED when the moon was mutmuring t… ‘Let peewit call and curlew cry where th… I long for your merry and tender and pit… For the roads are unending, and there is… The honey-pale moon lay low on the sleep…