#IrishWriters
Una Bawn, the days are long, And the seas I cross are wide, I must go when Ireland needs, And you must bide. And should I not return to you
Kiss the maid and pass her round, Lips like hers were made for many. Our loves are far from us to-night… But these red lips are sweet as an… Let no empty glass be seen
Lady fair, have we not met In our lives elsewhere? Darkling in my mind to-night Faint fair faces dare Memory’s old unfaithfulness
These have more language than my s… Take them and let them speak for m… I whispered them a secret thing Down the green lanes of Allary. You shall remember quiet ways
He knows the safe ways and unsafe And he will lead the lambs to fold… Gathering them with his merry pipe… The gentle and the overbold. He counts them over one by one,
Green ripples singing down the cor… With blossoms dumb the path I tre… And in the music of the morn One with wild roses on her head. Now the green ripples turn to gold
And Gwydion said to Math, when it… “Come now and let us make a wife f… And so they broke broad boughs yet… And in a shadow made a magic ring: They took the violet and the meado…
Because you have no fear to mingle Wings with those of greater part, So like me, with song I single Your sweet impudence of heart. And when prouder feathers go where
Somewhere is music from the linnet… And thro’ the sunny flowers the be… And white bells of convolvulus on… Of quiet May make silent ringing,… Hither and thither by the wind of…
I took a reed and blew a tune, And sweet it was and very clear To be about a little thing That only few hold dear. Three times the cuckoo named himse…
I walk the old frequented ways That wind around the tangled braes… I live again the sunny days Ere I the city knew. And scenes of old again are born,
Hunger points a bony finger To the workhouse on the hill, But the little children linger While there’s flowers to gather st… For my sunny window sill.
Then in the lull of midnight, gent… Lifted him slowly down the slopes… Lest he should hear again the mad… Of battle, dying moans, and painfu… And where the earth was soft for f…
Come, May, and hang a white flag… Make truce with earth and heaven;… Now hides her sulky face deep in t… Of your new flowers by the water w… And in the ripples of the rising g…
Du aldrig vil elske? Til Stella j… en Morgen i Vaar, da jeg hos hend… mens Solen steeg over Hækken og… med Purpur i Duggen hvert skielve… Nei, svared hun, aldrig! Thi Elsk…