THE moments passed as at a play; I had the wisdom love brings forth; I had my share of mother-wit, And yet for all that I could say, And though I had her praise for it,

There was a green branch hung with many… When her own people ruled this tragic E… And from its murmuring greenness, calm o… A Druid kindness, on all hearers fell. It charmed away the merchant from his gu…

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…

Shakespearean fish swam the sea, far awa… Romantic fish swam in nets coming to the… What are all those fish that lie gasping…

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

I had this thought awhile ago, ‘My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do In this blind bitter land.’ And I grew weary of the sun

HE stood among a crowd at Dromahair; His heart hung all upon a silken dress, And he had known at last some tenderness… Before earth took him to her stony care; But when a man poured fish into a pile,

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…

We sat under an old thorn-tree And talked away the night, Told all that had been said or done Since first we saw the light, And when we talked of growing up

I saw a staring virgin stand Where holy Dionysus died, And tear the heart out of his side. And lay the heart upon her hand And bear that beating heart away;

A certain poet in outlandish clothes Gathered a crowd in some Byzantine lane… Talked1 of his country and its people, s… To some stringed instrument none there h… A wall behind his back, over his head