#IrishWriters
WE must pass like smoke or live w… For we can no more than smoke unto… If our thought has changed to drea… As smoke we vanish though the fire… Lights of infinite pity star the g…
OH, the sudden wings arising from… Showered aloft in spray of song th… O’er the unseen fount awhile, and… Nigh the cool brown earth to hush… Far within a dome of trembling opa…
WHILE the earth is dark and grey How I laugh within. I know In my breast what ardours gay From the morning overflow. Though the cheek be white and wet
BURNING our hearts out with lon… The daylight passed: Millions and millions together, The stars at last! Purple the woods where the dewdrop…
THERE were many burning hours on… And we passed away from ourselves,… The immortal moods that faded, the… Hastening away to the King on a d… There were ruby dews were shed whe…
I WOULD not have the love of li… The ancient ways of love: But in my heart I built a Paradis… A nest there for the dove. I felt the wings of light that flu…
A FRIENDLY mountain I know; As I lie on the green slope there It sets my heart in a glow And closes the door on care. A thought I try to frame—…
HE bent above: so still her breat… What air she breathed he could not… Whether in worlds of life or death… So softly ebbed away, away, The life that had been light to hi…
IN the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met by mighty days. On the hedge the hanging dew
YOU and I have found the secret… None can bar our love or say us na… All the world may stare and never… You and I are twined together so. You and I for all his vaunted wid…
THE TWINKLING mists of green… Afloat in the abyss of air, From out the window high and old We watched together there. The monstrous fabric of the town
IMAGE of beauty, when I gaze on… Trembling I waken to a mystery, How through one door we go to life… By spirit kindled or the sensual b… Image of beauty, when my way I go…
THOUGH now thou hast failed and… Though lost for a while be thy hea… For all will be beauty about thee… And lovely the dews for thy chilli… The eyes that had gazed from afar…
WITH Thee a moment! Then what d… Traditions of eternal toil arise, Search for the high, austere and l… The Spirit moves in through etern… Ah, in the soul what memories aris…
WELL, when all is said and done Best within my narrow way, May some angel of the sun Muse memorial o’er my clay: “Here was beauty all betrayed