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

DO not because this day I have gr… Imagine that lost love, inseparabl… Because I have no other youth, ca… For how should I forget the wisdo… The comfort that you made? Althou…

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

Kusta Ben Luka is my name, I wri… To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-royster… Now the good Caliph’s learned Tre… And for no ear but his. Carry this letter

WE have cried in our despair That men desert, For some trivial affair Or noisy, insolent sport, Beauty that we have won

COME play with me; Why should you run Through the shaking tree As though I’d a gun To strike you dead?

THIS night has been so strange t… As if the hair stood up on my head… From going-down of the sun I have… That women laughing, or timid or w… In rustle of lace or silken stuff,

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

COME gather round me, Parnellite… And praise our chosen man; Stand upright on your legs awhile, Stand upright while you can, For soon we lie where he is laid,

I MADE my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat; But the fools caught it,

HANDS, do what you’re bid; Bring the balloon of the mind That bellies and drags in the wind Into its narrow shed.

(Song from an Unfinished Play) My mother dandled me and sang, ‘How young it is, how young!’ And made a golden cradle That on a willow swung.