#Irish
I see his blood upon the rose And in the stars the glory of his… His body gleams amid eternal snows… His tears fall from the skies. I see his face in every flower;
O lovely heart! O Love No more be sorrowful Blue are the skies above The Spring is beautiful And all the flowers
O Bright! thy stateliness and gra… Thy bearing and thy dignity Bring intuition of the place That still is native unto thee. Solely thy native airs delight
I am the Seer: for in you I see The fair unfolding of a secret flo… The pomp and pageant of eternal po… The crown and pride of your high d… I am the Prophet: this your proph…
If the dread all-seeing stars, Ringed Saturn and ruddy Mars And their companions all the seven… That play before the lord of Heav… Each blossoming nebula and all
I love you with my every breath, I make you songs like thunder bird… Give you my life’you give me dea… And stab me with your dreadful wor… You laid my head against your hear…
I’ve watched with Death a dreadfu… Nor flinched until you plucked apa… A feather from the wings of Fear— Your innocence has stabbed my hear… I took your terrible trust to keep…
The stars sang in God’s garden; The stars are the birds of God; The night-time is God’s harvest, Its fruits are the words of God. God ploughed His fields at mornin…
Crowns and imperial purple, throne… Onyx and sard and blazing diadems, Lazuli and hyacinth and powerful g… Undreamt of even in Babylon of ol… May for a price be given, bought a…
The drunken stars stagger across t… The moon wavers and sways like a w… Beneath my feet the earth like dri… Lapses and slides, wallows and sho… Immovable things start suddenly fl…
White waves on the water, Gold leaves on the tree, As Mananan’s daughter Arose from the sea. The bud and the blossom,
The wind rose, the sea rose A wave rose on the sea, It sang the mournful singing Of a sad centenary; It sang the song of an old man
Before the glory of your love The beauty of the world is bowed In adoration, and to prove Your praises every Truth is proud… Each silent witness testifies
I try to blame When from your eyes the battle-fla… Leaps: when cleaves my speech the… For fear lest I should speak your… Your name that’s known
They say I sing in secrets—they h… But do not hear; have eyes but do… Truth’s naked beauty is her panopl… Their eyes are blinded with its sp… With shadowy symbols fitted to the…