WHAT need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence And prayer to shivering prayer, until You have dried the marrow from the bone?

Surely among a rich man s flowering lawn… Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ambitious pains; And rains down life until the basin spil… And mounts more dizzy high the more it r…

When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world; The jewelled crowns that kings have hurl… In shadowy pools, when armies fled;

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

PARNELL came down the road, he said t… 'Ireland shall get her freedom and you s…

INDIGNANT at the fumbling wits, the… Of our old paudeen in his shop, I stumb… Among the stones and thorn-trees, under… Until a curlew cried and in the luminous… A curlew answered; and suddenly thereupo…

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

I– CRAZY JANE AND THE BISHOP Bring me to the blasted oak That I, midnight upon the stroke, (All find safety in the tomb.) May call down curses on his head

On Cruachan’s plain slept he That must sing in a rhyme What most could shake his soul: ‘The stallion Eternity Mounted the mare of Time,

HIS chosen comrades thought at school He must grow a famous man; He thought the same and lived by rule, All his twenties crammed with toil; ‘What then?’ sang Plato’s ghost. ‘What…

WOULD I could cast a sail on the wate… Where many a king has gone And many a king’s daughter, And alight at the comely trees and the l… The playing upon pipes and the dancing,