#Irish
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…
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…
IN the wet dusk silver sweet, Down the violet scented ways, As I moved with quiet feet I was met by mighty days. On the hedge the hanging dew
DREAM faces bloom around your fa… Like flowers upon one stem; The heart of many a vanished race Sighs as I look on them. The sun rich face of Egypt glows,
THE SWEETEST song was ever su… May soothe you but a little while: The gayest music ever rung Shall yield you but a fleeting smi… The well I digged you soon shall…
WHAT of all the will to do? It has vanished long ago, For a dream-shaft pierced it throu… From the Unknown Archer’s bow. What of all the soul to think?
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,
OH, at the eagle’s height To lie i’ the sweet of the sun, While veil after veil takes flight And God and the world are one. Oh, the night on the steep!
COULD you not in silence borrow Strength to go from us ungrieving? All these hours of loving sorrow Only make more bitter leaving. You will go forth lonely, thinking
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…
IN day from some titanic past it… As if a thread divine of memory ru… Born ere the Mighty One began his… Or yet were stars and suns. But here an iron will has fixed th…
WHEN the breath of twilight blow… All its vaporous sapphire, violet… With their magic flood me through… I am one with the twilight’s dr… When the trees and skies and field…
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…
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of silver and of gold… In heaven began the heroic tale
THE CHILDREN were shouting to… And racing along the sands, A glimmer of dancing shadows, A dovelike flutter of hands. The stars were shouting in heaven,