#IrishWriters
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…
YOU remember, dear, together Two children, you and I, Sat once in the autumn weather, Watching the autumn sky. There was some one round us strayi…
A LAUGHTER in the diamond air,… And one by one the words of light… “I am the sunlight in the heart, t… My laughter runs and ripples throu… I am the fire upon the hills, the…
WHERE we sat at dawn together, w… We were weaving dreams in silence,… By a hand of fire awakened, in a m… Upward to the heaven of heavens—th… Flare and flaunt the monstrous hig…
HOW shallow is this mere that gle… Its depth of blue is from the skie… And from a distant sun the dreams And lovely light within your eyes. We deem our love so infinite
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:
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,
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…
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…
WHEN the dawn comes forth I wond… Will our sad, sad hearts awaken, And the grief we laboured under From the new-in-joy be shaken? If the night be long in going,
THE HEAVENS lay hold on us: t… Fondle with flickering fingers bro… A new enchantment lights the ancie… What is it looks between us gaze o… Does the wild spirit of the endles…
WITHIN the iron cities One walked unknown for years, In his heart the pity of pities That grew for human tears. When love and grief were ended
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…
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…
THROUGH the blue shadowy valle… Flower rich the night, flower soft… I hurried over before I came to t… Where the orange flame-glow danced… And the lovely mother who drooped…