Edain came out of Midhir’s hill, and la… Beside young Aengus in his tower of gla… Where time is drowned in odour-laden win… And Druid moons, and murmuring of bough… And sleepy boughs, and boughs where appl…

The fascination of what’s difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and r… Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart. There’s something ails… That must, as if it had not holy blood

There where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping horses, The crowd that closes in behind: We, too, had good attendance once,

A STATESMAN is an easy man, He tells his lies by rote; A journalist makes up his lies And takes you by the throat; So stay at home’ and drink your beer

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half—light, I would spread the cloths under your fee…

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all… Come near me, while I sing the ancient… Cuchulain battling with the bitter tide; The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, quiet-e… Who cast round Fergus dreams, and ruin…

The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast, with a large square sail hiding a great deal of the sky and sea on that side. The tiller is at the left of the stag...