AS flow the rivers to the sea Adown from rocky hill or plain, A thousand ages toiled for thee And gave thee harvest of their gai… And weary myriads of yore

LOVE and pity are pleading with… What is this voice that stays me f… Offering beauty, love, and immorta… Æons away in some far-off heavenly… Though I obey thee, Immortal, my…

EVEN as a bird sprays many-colou… The plumes of paradise, the dying… Rays through the fevered air in mi… That vanish in the heights. These myriad eyes that look on me…

THE SEA was hoary, hoary, Beating on rock and cave: The winds were white and weeping With foam dust of the wave. They thundered louder, louder,

HOW often have I said, “We may not grieve for the immorta… And now, poor blenchèd heart, Thy ruddy hues all tremulous depar… Why be with fate at strife

ON the bird of air blue-breasted… And its shadowy fleece above us wa… Far through rumorous leagues of mi… See the old ascetic yonder, ah, po… Where he crouches wrinkled over by…

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,

DOES the earth grow grey with gr… For her hero darling fled? Though her vales let fall no leaf, In our hearts her tears are shed. Still the stars laugh on above:

WHEN mine hour is come Let no teardropp fall And no darkness hover Round me where I lie. Let the vastness call

NOW when the spirit in us wakes a… Filled with home yearnings, drowsi… From its deep heart high dreams an… Mixed with the memory of the loved… Clothing the vast with a familiar…

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

FAR up the dim twilight fluttered Moth-wings of vapour and flame: The lights danced over the mountai… Star after star they came. The lights grew thicker unheeded,

DUSK its ash-grey blossoms sheds… Over twilight mountains where the… Rise and fall and fade away from e… Earth renews the music sweeter. O… Come, acushla, come, as in ancient…

WHO is that goddess to whom men s… But her from whom their hearts hav… Out of whose virgin being they wer… Whose mother nature they have name… Calling its holy substance common…

THIS is the red, red region Your heart must journey through: Your pains will here be legion And joy be death for you. Rejoice to-day: to-morrow