Who will go drive with Fergus now, And pierce the deep wood’s woven shade, And dance upon the level shore? Young man, lift up your russet brow, And lift your tender eyelids, maid,

Come praise Colonus’ horses, and come p… The wine-dark of the wood’s intricacies, The nightingale that deafens daylight th… If daylight ever visit where, Unvisited by tempest or by sun,

‘CALL down the hawk from the air; Let him be hooded or caged Till the yellow eye has grown mild, For larder and spit are bare, The old cook enraged,

A Dramatic Poem The deck of an ancient ship. At the ri… with a large square sail hiding a great… on that side. The tiller is at the left… coming through an opening in the bulwark…

Endure what life God gives and ask no l… Cease to remember the delights of youth,… Delight becomes death-longing if all lon… Even from that delight memory treasures… Death, despair, division of families, al…

SING of the O’Rahilly, Do not deny his right; Sing a 'the’ before his name; Allow that he, despite All those learned historians,

I’LL say and maybe dream I have drawn… Seeing that time has frozen up the blood… The wick of youth being burned and the o… From beauty that is cast out of a mould In bronze, or that in dazzling marble ap…

HERE at right of the entrance this bro… Human, superhuman, a bird’s round eye, Everything else withered and mummy-dead. What great tomb-haunter sweeps the dista… (Something may linger there though all e…