Under the Great Comedian’s tomb the cro… A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown About the sky; where that is clear of cl… Brightness remains; a brighter star shoo… What shudders run through all that anima…

A strange thing surely that my heart whe… Upon the Norman upland or in that popla… Should find no burden but itself and yet… It could not bear that burden and theref… The south wind brought it longing, and t…

Dear Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our c… When we are high and airy hundreds say That if we hold that flight they’ll leav… While those same hundreds mock another d… Because we have made our art of common t…

If I make the lashes dark And the eyes more bright And the lips more scarlet, Or ask if all be right From mirror after mirror,

Out-Worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and righ… Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight… Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the mor… Your mother Eire is aways young,

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…

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;

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

The true faith discovered was When painted panel, statuary. Glass-mosaic, window-glass, Amended what was told awry By some peasant gospeller;

THERE is a queen in China, or maybe i… And birthdays and holidays such praises… Of her unblemished lineaments, a whitene… That she might be that sprightly girl wh… And there’s a score of duchesses, surpas…