This is the rhyme of the rain on t… Tears, all tears, slow falling tea… If this is the warp, then what is… Flesh that sorrows and flesh that… Ah! poor humanity, weeping sore,

Wrapt in the darkness of the night… Gathering in silence on the shore, Wild geese flown from hiding on th… (Hark! the wolf-hound; thrice he h… Wild geese with forest leaves tang…

The wind has blown my heart away All on a summer holiday. If you can find it, pray you tell, For this is how the loss befell If you will now my tale believe,

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,

Build no roof-tree over thee, Raise nor wall nor rafter, Like the swallows in the eaves, Care will follow after. Lend thy ear unto no voice

Go not to the hills of Erin When the night winds are about, Put up your bar and shutter, And so keep the danger out. For the good-folk whirl within it,

Woe to the House of Breffni, and… Woe to us all in Erinn for the sh… And cursed be you, Dearvorgil, wh… And ruin brought to Erinn with th… It is the Prince of Breffni rides…

Mischievous rose from the rose-tre… Can I not bind thee nor hold thee… Can I not weave thee nor fold the… In with thy sisters to staying? Vain is my passion or praying,

Deep in the moving depths Of yellow wine, I swore I’d drown your face, O love of mine; All clad in yellow hue,

I built a house, four perfect wall… To hold the landly roof, whose she… Did tempt the darting swallows fro… To nest and stay all loth and late… Wide windows, planned to hold the…

Sweet Content, at the rich man’s… Called, ‘Wilt thou let me in?’ ‘No! thou art poor and thou art no… Hast nothing thy way to win. Here love is little and mighty is…

For that old love I once adored I deck my halls and spread my boar… At Christmas-time. With all the winter’s flowers that… I wreathe my room, and mistletoe

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…

[IN MEMORY] The earth-bound giant now is free,… The last fight over, and the last… No tale of snow-clad heights where… His exile heart can thrill.

The little birds, they do not heed… The ungracious wind, the branches… The sleety burden of the jaundiced… Bring them no mourning, for the bi… Though from their beak the stolen…