What’s riches to him That has made a great peacock With the pride of his eye? The wind-beaten, stone-grey, And desolate Three Rock

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…

‘WHAT have I earned for all that work,… ‘For all that I have done at my own cha… The daily spite of this unmannerly town, Where who has served the most is most de… The reputation of his lifetime lost

I know, although when looks meet I tremble to the bone, The more I leave the door unlatched The sooner love is gone, For love is but a skein unwound

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 wander by the edge Of this desolate lake Where wind cries in the sedge: Until the axle break That keeps the stars in their round,

GOD guard me from those thoughts men th… In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song Thinks in a marrow-bone; From all that makes a wise old man

I met the Bishop on the road And much said he and I. ‘Those breasts are flat and fallen now, Those veins must soon be dry; Live in a heavenly mansion,

I WOULD be ignorant as the dawn That has looked down On that old queen measuring a town With the pin of a brooch, Or on the withered men that saw

SELECTED FROM THE IRISH NO… THERE was a green branch hung with man… When her own people ruled this tragic E… And from its murmuring greenness, calm o… A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell.

I sing what was lost and dread what was… I walk in a battle fought over again, My king a lost king, and lost soldiers m… Feet to the Rising and Setting may run, They always beat on the same small stone…

That lover of a night Came when he would, Went in the dawning light Whether I would or no; Men come, men go;