#IrishWriters
A blackbird singing On a moss-upholstered stone, Bluebells swinging, Shadows wildly blown, A song in the wood,
I saw you and I named a flower That lights with blue a woodland s… I named a bird of the red hour And a hidden fairy place. And then I saw you not, and knew
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…
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,
AS I was climbing Ardan Mór From the shore of Sheelin lake, I met the herons coming down Before the water’s wake. And they were talking in their fli…
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
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
I was just coming in from the gard… Or about to go fishing for eels, And, smiling, I asked you to pard… My boots very low at the heels. And I thought that you never woul…
Old lame Bridget doesn’t hear Fairy music in the grass When the gloaming’s on the mere And the shadow people pass: Never hears their slow grey feet
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…
Powdered and perfumed the full bee Winged heavily across the clover, And where the hills were dim with… Purple and blue the west leaned ov… A willow spray dipped in the strea…
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,
When I was young I had a care Lest I should cheat me of my shar… Of that which makes it sweet to st… For life, and dying still survive, A name in sunshine written higher
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