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…

O’Driscoll drove with a song The wild duck and the drake From the tall and the tufted reeds Of the drear Hart Lake. And he saw how the reeds grew dark

Through winter-time we call on spring, And through the spring on summer call, And when abounding hedges ring Declare that winter’s best of all; And after that there’s nothing good

Come play with me; Why should you run Through the shaking tree As though I’d a gun To strike you dead?

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 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

Kusta Ben Luka is my name, I write To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-roysterer onc… Now the good Caliph’s learned Treasurer… And for no ear but his. Carry this letter

Once, when midnight smote the air, Eunuchs ran through Hell and met On every crowded street to stare Upon great Juan riding by: Even like these to rail and sweat

From pleasure of the bed, Dull as a worm, His rod and its butting head Limp as a worm, His spirit that has fled

YOU ask what—I have found, and far and… Nothing but Cromwell’s house and Cromwe… The lovers and the dancers are beaten in… And the tall men and the swordsmen and t… And there is an old beggar wandering in…

WHO dreamed that beauty passes like a d… For these red lips, with all their mourn… Mournful that no new wonder may betide, Troy passed away in one high funeral gle… And Usna’s children died.