‘Those Platonists are a curse,’ he said… ‘God’s fire upon the wane, A diagram hung there instead, More women born than men.’

GRANDFATHER sang it under the gallo… ‘ Hear, gentlemen, ladies, and all manki… Money is good and a girl might be better… But good strong blows are delights to th… There, standing on the catt,

ALL the heavy days are over; Leave the body’s coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side. One with her are mirth and duty;

HIS DREAM I SWAYED upon the gaudy stem The butt-end of a steering-oar, And saw wherever I could turn A crowd upon a shore.

I HEARD the old, old men say, ‘Everything alters, And one by one we drop away.’ They had hands like claws, and their kne… Were twisted like the old thorn-trees

I have old women’s secrets now That had those of the young; Madge tells me what I dared not think When my blood was strong, And what had drowned a lover once

POUR wine and dance if manhood still h… Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom; The cataract smokes upon the mountain si… Our Father Rosicross is in his tomb. Pull down the blinds, bring fiddle and c…

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

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

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.