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…

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,

YOU look at me with wan, bright e… When in the deeper world I stray: You fear some hidden ambush lies In wait to call me, “Come away.” What if I see behind the veil

I WOULD not have the love of li… The ancient ways of love: But in my heart I built a Paradis… A nest there for the dove. I felt the wings of light that flu…

WHILE the yellow constellations… In the lilac-scented stillness let… All the flowers like moths a-flutt… Everywhere around us seem to fall… Through the drowsy lull, the murmu…

NOW the rooftree of the midnight… Buds in citron, green, and blue: From afar its mystic odours sheddi… Child, on you. Now the buried stars beneath the m…

HER mist of primroses within her… Twilight hath folded up, and o’€™e… Seeking remoter valleys long hath… Not yet hath come her sister of th… Silence and coolness now the earth…

THOUGH now thou hast failed and… Though lost for a while be thy hea… For all will be beauty about thee… And lovely the dews for thy chilli… The eyes that had gazed from afar…

IT’S a lonely road through boglan… And a sleeper there lies dreaming… Though the moth-wings of the twili… Yet his sleep is filled with music… There’s a hand is white as silver…

WITH Thee a moment! Then what d… Traditions of eternal toil arise, Search for the high, austere and l… The Spirit moves in through etern… Ah, in the soul what memories aris…

THE BLUE dusk ran between the s… It left to-day and yesterday and t… To-day was past and dead for me, f… Through thrice a thousand years to… On temple top and palace roof the…

ERE I lose myself in the vastnes… While I gaze on the light and the… May I still feel the heart-pang a… May the voices of sorrow appealing… Ere I storm with the tempest of p…

LIGHTEST of dancers, with no t… Thy glimmering feet beat on my hea… Gayest of singers, with no care Waking to beauty the still air, More than the labours of our art,

I HAVE wept a million tears: Pure and proud one, where are thin… What the gain though all thy years In unbroken beauty shine? All your beauty cannot win

A MAN went forth one day at eve: The long day’s toil for him was do… The eye that scanned the page coul… Its task until tomorrow’s sun. Upon the threshold where he stood