FAINT grew the yellow buds of li… Far flickering beyond the snows, As leaning o’er the shadowy white Morn glimmered like a pale primros… Within an Indian vale below

A MAN went forth one day at eve: The long day’s toil for him was do… The eye that scanned the page coul… Its task until tomorrow’s sun. Upon the threshold where he stood

I THOUGHT, beloved, to have br… A gift of quietness and ease and p… Cooling your brow as with the myst… Dropping from twilight trees. Homeward I go not yet; the darkne…

NOT the soul that’€™s whitest Wakens love the sweetest: When the heart is lightest Oft the charm is fleetest. While the snow-frail maiden,

THE HEAVENS lay hold on us: t… Fondle with flickering fingers bro… A new enchantment lights the ancie… What is it looks between us gaze o… Does the wild spirit of the endles…

TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in… Gay are the hills with song: earth… More dim abodes to roam the primro… Opening their glimmering lips to b… Hush, not a whisper! Let your hea…

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…

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

NOW the rooftree of the midnight… Buds in citron, green, and blue: From afar its mystic odours sheddi… Child, on you. Now the buried stars beneath the m…

TWILIGHT, a blossom grey in sh… Under the radiant dark the deep bl… In quietness reïmage heaven within… Sapphire and gold and mystery. Wh… Out of what deeps arising, all the…

THERE in her old-world garden sm… A symbol of the world’s desire, Striving with quaint and lovely wi… To bind to earth the soul of fire. And while I sit and listen there,

WE have left our youth behind: Earth is in its baby years: Void of wisdom cries the wind, And the sunlight knows no tears. When shall twilight feel the awe,

Full of Zeus the cities: full of… WHAT domination of what darkness… And through what new, rejoicing, w… O’erthrown, the cells opened, the… Gay twilight and grave twilight pa…

NOT her own sorrow only that hath… Upon yon gentle face. Too slight have been her childhood… The imprint of such pain. It hid behind her laughing hours,…

THEY tell me that the earth is s… Although the Red Branch now is bu… That yonder peasant lifting up his… Can see the marvel of the morning… The wonder Deirdre gazed on when…