#Irish
If I have you then I have everyth… In One, and that One nothing of t… Nor all compounded, and within the… Beneath the tower I wait to hear… Love breathing low above the breas…
Your fault, Lady, is to be Womankind’s epitome; No girl’s, but girl essential is y… Could we but see beyond our mortal… Could we but hear beyond our morta…
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…
Behold! a white Hawk tangled in a… Struggles no more, but lines the c… Seeing herself within the mystic c… Whereat forthwith its music turns… Rending the bonds and weaving roun…
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…
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
The worm is clad in plated mail And rides upon the envious Earth His power prevails and shall preva… When Death gleans in the fields o… He sips the purple wine of kings
She sings, but we are silent: when… Of mine come to me? I as the swal… Me vocal, and this desolate silenc… The Muse has left me for I cannot… Nor does Apollo now his splendour…
When all the stars become a memory Hid in the heart of heaven: when t… At last is resting from his weary… Sinking to glorious silence in the… Of God’s own glory: when the imme…
O Covenant! O Temple! O trail pr… Of God’s high glory! Set your sno… On the Red Mountain, while the pi… Of proximate apocalypse. Uncried Halloos of havoc, prophecies denie…
Gaunt windy moons bedraggled in th… Have drifted by and withered in th… The once-proud Thunder-Terror, fa… Noses for truffles with unwhetted… A sickening scent of civet and of…
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…
Beside the golden gate there grows… Whose heavy fruit gives entrance t… Of Wonder, and the leaves thereof… Of desolation—nights of agony The buds and blossom for the fruit…
If I should need to tear aside The veils that hide both Heaven a… To tell you that a soul had died That once but tried to love you we… No breath should blow those veils…
I do not know how you can shun His sight who sees himself a clod Whose blindness still outstares th… And gazes on the hidden God. I do not know how you can hate