#IrishWriters
I FAIN would leave the tender so… I sang to you of old, Thinking the oft-sung beauty wrong… The magic never told. And touch no more the thoughts, th…
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…
THEY call us aliens, we are told… Because our wayward visions stray From that dim banner they unfold, The dreams of worn-out yesterday. The sum of all the past is theirs,
The soul is its own witness and it… UNTO the deep the deep heart goe… It lays its sadness nigh the breas… Only the Mighty Mother knows The wounds that quiver unconfessed…
WHY does this sudden passion smit… I stretch my hands, all blind to s… I need the lamp of the world to li… Lead me and set me free. Something a moment seemed to stoop…
POOR little child, my pretty boy… Why did the hunter mark thee out? Wert thou betrayed by thine own jo… Singled through childhood’s merry… And who on such a gentle thing
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:
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,
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…
PURE at heart we wander now: Comrade on the quest divine, Turn not from the stars your brow That your eyes may rest on mine. Pure at heart we wander now:
THOSE delicate wanderers, The wind, the star, the cloud, Ever before mine eyes, As to an altar bowed, Light and dew-laden airs
(Imitated from a fragment of the… I PAUSED beside the cabin door… Tumbled upon the grass I spied th… The mother laughed upon the child… And yet the sages spake of It as…
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,
DUSK wraps the village in its di… Each chimney’s vapour, like a thin… Mounting aloft through miles of qu… Pillars the skies of God. Far up they break or seem to break…
FROM the cool and dark-lipped fu… Breathes a dim delight Through the woodland’s purple plum… To the diamond night. Aureoles of joy encircle