#IrishWriters
I GO down from the hills half in… Where the Mother with gentlest br… For I know that my childhood is o… And the love that I had in the ol… I am fired by a Danaan whisper of…
WHEN mine hour is come Let no teardropp fall And no darkness hover Round me where I lie. Let the vastness call
I BEGIN through the grass once… I can see, through a face that has… Of the earth, of the mother, my he… As I lie ’mid the cool green tres… I begin with the grass once again…
A DREAM I WOULD I could weave in The colour, the wonder, The song I conceive in My heart while I ponder,
HIS head within my bosom lay, But yet his spirit slipped not thr… I only felt the burning clay That withered for the cooling dew. It was but pity when I spoke
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,
LET us leave our island woods gro… O’er the waters creeping the pea… Hides the silver of the long wave… The chill for the warm room let us… Turn the lamp down low and draw th…
LIKE winds or waters were her wa… The flowing tides, the airy stream… Are troubled not by any dreams; They know the circle of their days… Like winds or waters were her ways…
THOUGH your eyes with tears wer… Pain upon the path you trod: Well we knew, the hosts behind, Voice and shining of a god. For your darkness was our day:
DARK head by the fireside broodi… Where upon your ears Whirlwinds of the earth intruding Sound in wrath and tears: Tender-hearted, in your lonely
I WILL not follow you, my bird, I will not follow you. I would not breathe a word, my bir… To bring thee here anew. I love the free in thee, my bird,
THERE’S a cure for sorrow in th… Where the scarlet cressets hang ov… And joyful winds are blowing from… And the heart of the earth is full… Many and many a sunbright maiden s…
WE air tired who follow after Phantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter Stain our hearts with richest dyes… When you break upon our study
THE SKIES from black to pearly… Had veered without a star or sun; Only a burning opal ray Fell on your brow when all was don… Aye, after victory, the crown;
A DIAMOND glow of winter o’er… Amid the chilly halo nigh the west Flickers a phantom violet bloom un… Dim on the twilight’s breast. Only phantasmal blooms but for an…