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She has all Ireland in her blood, All Ireland’s need of sword and t… With memories dim before the flood… And conflicts of a thousand years. No son of Italy should love
When I go up to work the young bl… Has not awaked from dreams: It fades to meet the blue sky mist… It gleams. I say,
You want a lily And you plead with me ‘Give me my lily back.’ I went to see A friend last night and on her man…
Tall trees along the road, I never saw you Last year in summertime. He came before you With his blue eyes.
My friend declares Being woman and virgin she Takes small account of periodicity And she is right. Her days are calmly spent
One comes to love the little saint… As years go by. One learns to love the little sain… ‘O hear me sigh, St. Anthony,
You who are dead, Do you know They’ve dug up half the irises That used to grow Here in the quadrangle a year ago?
I have to make a soul for one Who lost his soul in childhood’s h… And I’m not sure’not really sur… If I have power. I don’t know whether souls are mad…
When I was still a child I thought my love would be Noble, truthful, brave, And very kind to me. Then all the novels said
Each morning I pass on my way to… A clock in a tower And I look towards it with anxiou… To make sure of the hour. But the sun gets up at the back of…
Through the Museum I stroll, and see Goblets fashioned in Arcady, Spears from the Islands, and robe… Gew-gaws of pomp and of old desire…
O great golden head lie in my lap, Sweet, sweet, lie there. Sleep and I’ll watch thee lest ev… Sweet, sweet and fair. O great golden head lie on my brea…
Today I’d like to be a nun And go and say My rosary beneath the trees out th… In this shy sun
My lovely pixie, my good companion… You do not love me, bed-mate of mi… Save as a child loves, Careless of loving, Rather preferring raspberry wine.
The sun’s my fire. Golden, from a magnificence of blu… Should be its hue. But woolly clouds, Like boarding-house old ladies, co…