Oh, the lonely road, the road to… ’Tis there I see a little ghost,… She plucks the swaying cowslip nor… But flies at my pursuing, who once… She once did run to me.

Is the tree living I once thought… Mo chraoibhin aoibhinn O, It were a pity had its green life… So lovely are its branches in thei… And singing leaves telling of days…

My darling laughed in the dawning, And the birds perched low to hear. The quick sprung anew from dead as… That Spring’s passing feet had fl… Oh, Life came over the meadows,

I saw her many years ago, my gladn… She stood amongst the barley field… She walked upon the mountain’s sid… She planted many famine crops with… From rugged rocks and silver shore…

‘Halt, who goes there?’ 'Tis for… In long processions see what gifts… Here cometh Care with sheaf of tr… And here is Grief with dish of wo… Frail Glory, too, holds out her h…

TA’N SIONAC AR SRAIDI… Loud shout the flaming tongues of… The cannon’s thunder rolls afar While Empires tremble for their f… Thou art alone amongst them all.

How slow creeps time! I hear the… And now late revellers prepare for… A last gay voice rings in a passin… And past my door the anxious foots… The little clocks from hidden plac…

I prayed so eagerly, “Turn and see How bitter I have striven— A word and all forgiven.” I prayed so eagerly.

A beggar sat by the King’s highwa… O, but the road was long! His hair was black and his beard w… Hark to the linnet’s song! He sat him down by the churchyard…

Down his long garden he did slowly… For fairer sight did each new path… Now bent he where the purple aster… Now stayed his feet beside a chang… Like some pale leaf blown by an up…

The apple blossom from the bough i… In sunshine hours, the long young… The parent birds from branch to br… To cheer the flight of each belove… The woods awake, their winter slee…

She walks in a lonely garden On the path her feet have made, With high-heeled shoes, gold-buckl… And gown of a flowered brocade; The hair that falls on her shoulde…

Clarissa, when you passed me by With scornful lip and haughty eye, My fault I did deplore, Your anger, like a poisoned dart, Struck death into my guilty heart,

When dainty Mona walks this way My foolish heart will beat, And leaves me, though I turn asid… To lie beneath her feet. It follows her all up and down

All wounded sore he lay upon my pa… His piteous moans his woeful need… I stooped to find his hurt with se… A poisoned arrow pierced his panti… He had a friend who dwelt beside t…