Crazed through much child-bearing The moon is staggering in the sky; Moon-struck by the despairing Glances of her wandering eye We grope, and grope in vain,

THE old brown thorn-trees break in two… Under a bitter black wind that blows fro… Our courage breaks like an old tree in a… But we have hidden in our hearts the fla… Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houlihan.

A DOLL in the doll-maker’s house Looks at the cradle and bawls: ‘That is an insult to us.’ But the oldest of all the dolls, Who had seen, being kept for show,

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…

Violence upon the roads: violence of ho… Some few have handsome riders, are garla… On delicate sensitive ear or tossing man… But wearied running round and round in t… All break and vanish, and evil gathers h…

A crazy man that found a cup, When all but dead of thirst, Hardly dared to wet his mouth Imagining, moon-accursed, That another mouthful

Ah, but Time has touched a form That could show what Homer’s age Bred to be a hero’s wage. ‘Were not all her life but storm, Would not painters paint a form

He. Never until this night have I been… The elaborate starlight throws a reflect… On the dark stream, Till all the eddies gleam; And thereupon there comes that scream

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…

I have old women’s secrets now That had those of the young; Madge tells me what I dared not think When my blood was strong, And what had drowned a lover once

You say, as I have often given tongue In praise of what another’s said or sung… ’Twere politic to do the like by these; But was there ever dog that praised his…