YOU and I have found the secret… None can bar our love or say us na… All the world may stare and never… You and I are twined together so. You and I for all his vaunted wid…

THE HERO first thought it To him ’twas a deed: To those who retaught it, A chain on their speed. The fire that we kindled,

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…

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

HERE where the loves of others c… The vision of my heart begins. The wisdom that within us grows Is absolution for our sins. We took forbidden fruit and ate

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…

I WOKE to find my pillow wet With the tears for deeds deep hid… I knew no sorrow here, but yet The tears fell softly through the… Your eyes, your other eyes of drea…

WE air tired who follow after Phantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter Stain our hearts with richest dyes… When you break upon our study

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,

I PITIED one whose tattered dre… Was patched, and stained with dust… He smiled on me; I could not gues… The viewless spirit’s wide domain. He said, “The royal robe I wear

WHO is this unseen messenger For ever between me and her, Who brings love’s precious merchan… The golden breath, the dew of sigh… And the wild, gentle thoughts that…

ON me to rest, my bird, my bird: The swaying branches of my heart Are blown by every wind toward The home whereto their wings depar… Build not your nest, my bird, on m…

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…

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

NOW when the spirit in us wakes a… Filled with home yearnings, drowsi… From its deep heart high dreams an… Mixed with the memory of the loved… Clothing the vast with a familiar…