She hears me strike the board and say That she is under ban Of all good men and women, Being mentioned with a man That has the worst of all bad names;

That civilisation may not sink, Its great battle lost, Quiet the dog, tether the pony To a distant post; Our master Caesar is in the tent

These are the clouds about the fallen su… The majesty that shuts his burning eye: The weak lay hand on what the strong has… Till that be tumbled that was lifted hig… And discord follow upon unison,

O heart, be at peace, because Nor knave nor dolt can break What’s not for their applause, Being for a woman’s sake. Enough if the work has seemed,

The harlot sang to the beggar-man. I meet them face to face, Conall, Cuchulain, Usna’s boys, All that most ancient race; Maeve had three in an hour, they say.

DEAR fellow-artist, why so free With every sort of company, With every Jack and Jill? Choose your companions from the best; Who draws a bucket with the rest

IF Michael, leader of God’s host When Heaven and Hell are met, Looked down on you from Heaven’s door-p… He would his deeds forget. Brooding no more upon God’s wars

S. Patrick. You who are bent, and bald,… With a heavy heart and a wandering mind, Have known three centuries, poets sing, Of dalliance with a demon thing. Oisin. Sad to remember, sick with years…

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

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start, And all the trembling flowers they bear. The changing colours of its fruit

SHE might, so noble from head To great shapely knees The long flowing line, Have walked to the altar Through the holy images