O what to me the little room That was brimmed up with prayer and rest… He bade me out into the gloom, And my breast lies upon his breast. O what to me my mother’s care,

Although I can see him still, The freckled man who goes To a grey place on a hill In grey Connemara clothes At dawn to cast his flies,

THE cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon, The creeping cat, looked up. Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,

I WHISPERED, ‘I am too young,’ And then, 'I am old enough’; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. ‘Go and love, go and love, young man,

I went out alone To sing a song or two, My fancy on a man, And you know who. Another came in sight

(For Harry Clifton) I HAVE heard that hysterical women say They are sick of the palette and fiddle-… Of poets that are always gay, For everybody knows or else should know

Now, man of croziers, shadows called our… And then away, away, like whirling flame… And now fled by, mist-covered, without s… The youth and lady and the deer and houn… ‘Gaze no more on the phantoms,’ Niamh s…

All things uncomely and broken, all thin… The cry of a child by the roadway, the c… The heavy steps of the ploughman, splash… Are wronging your image that blossoms a… The wrong of unshapely things is a wrong…

ON thrones from China to Peru All sorts of kings have sat That men and women of all sorts proclaimed both good and great; And what’s the odds if such as these

Speech after long silence; it is right, All other lovers being estranged or dead… Unfriendly lamplight hid under its shade… The curtains drawn upon unfriendly night… That we descant and yet again descant