#IrishWriters
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,…
WE turned back mad from the mysti… All foamed with red and with elfin… Up from the heart of the twilight’… The fires enchanted were starward… We turned back mad: we thought of…
OUR true hearts are forever lonel… A wistfulness is in our thought: Our lights are like the dawns whic… Seem bright to us and yet are not. Something you see in me I wis not…
ONE thing in all things have I s… One thought has haunted earth and… Clangour and silence both have bee… Its palace chambers. Everywhere I saw the mystic vision flow
WHEN the morning breaks above us And the wild sweet stars have fled… By the faery hands that love us Wakened you and I will tread Where the lilacs on the lawn
ITS edges foam’d with amethyst an… Withers once more the old blue flo… There where the ether like a diamo… Its petals fade away. A shadowy tumult stirs the dusky a…
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…
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
I AM the tender voice calling “A… Whispering between the beatings of… And inaccessible in dewy eyes I dwell, and all unkissed on lovel… Lingering between white breasts in…
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…
COME earth’s little children pit… Hangs within the gloom its weary h… In the valley underneath us throug… Over fields and over hedgerows lit… All adown the pale blue mantle of…
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
AT dusk the window panes grew gre… The wet world vanished in the gloo… The dim and silver end of day Scarce glimmered through the littl… And all my sins were told; I said
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…
BY many a dream of God and man my… But as I went through Patrick St… The hopes and prophecies were dead… Walked amid rottenness, or where t… Where was the beauty that the Lor…