#IrishWriters
I called you by sweet names by woo… You answered not because my voice… And you were listening for the hou… And the long hosts of Lugh. And so, I came unto a windy heigh…
Once more the lark with song and s… Cleaves through the dawn, his hurr… Fall, like the flute of Ganymede Twirling and whistling from the st… The primrose and the daffodil
Every night at Currabwee Little men with leather hats Mend the boots of Faery From the tough wings of the bats. So my mother told to me,
When the clouds shake their hyssop… Like holy water falls upon the pla… ’Tis sweet to gaze upon the spring… And see your harvest born. And sweet the little breeze of mel…
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
Who would hear the fairy horn Calling all the hounds of Finn Must be in a lark’s nest born When the moon is very thin. I who have the gift can hear
He will not come, and still I wai… He whistles at another gate Where angels listen. Ah I know He will not come, yet if I go How shall I know he did not pass
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
Lady fair, have we not met In our lives elsewhere? Darkling in my mind to-night Faint fair faces dare Memory’s old unfaithfulness
I will come no more awhile, Song-time is over. A fire is burning in my heart, I was ever a rover. You will hear me no more awhile,
I saw her coming through the flowe… Round her swift ankles butterfly a… Blent loud and silent wings ; I s… Where foam-bows shivered on the su… Then came the swallow crowding up…
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…
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…
Little ships of whitest pearl With sailors who were ancient king… Come over the sea when my little g… Sings. And if my little girl should weep,
The rushes nod by the river As the winds on the loud waves go, And the things they nod of are man… For it’s many the secret they know… And I think they are wise as the…