A gaunt built woman and her son-in… A broad-faced fellow, with such fl… Nothing but easy nature’€”and his… The woman’€™s daughter, who spills… Out of a wide mouth, but who has e…

THE smith who made the manacles, With bar and bolt, and link and ri… Sang out above his hearty blows ‘I can’t have grief for everything… As Roger by the rope-walk went

You would not slumber If laid at my breast: You would not slumber. The river-flood beats The swan from her nest:

THE well– They come to it and take Their cupful or their palmful out… The well– Stones are around it, and an elder…

‘Lost,’ ‘lost,’ the beeves and the… The cattle men sell and buy, Crowded upon the fair green, Low to the lightless sky. ‘Live,’ ‘live,’ and ‘Here,’ ‘here…

O woman, shapely as the swan, On your account I shall not die: The men you’ve slain—a trivial cla… Were less than I. I ask me shall I die for these—

IN broad daylight He should not be: Yet toward and froward, Froward and toward He weaves a flight.

My young love said to me: My moth… And my father won’t slight you for… She put her arms ‘round me; these… It will not be long, love, ’til ou… Then she stepped away from me, and…

FOR the poor body that I own I could weep many a tear: The days have stolen flesh and bon… And left a changeling here. Four feeble bones are left to me,

FROM THE IRISH I’€™d bring you these for dowry A field from heather free, White sheep upon the mountain, And calves that follow me.

AND that was when the chevaldour Through the whole of night Sang, for the moon of mid-July Made the hillside bright. Morfydd to David ap Gwillam spoke

SHALL I go bound and you go fre… And love one so removed from me? Not so; the falcon o’er my brow Hath better quest, I dare avow! And must I run where you will rid…

AUTUMN A GOOD stay-at-home season is A… work to be joined in by all: Though the fawns, where the bracke… The stags that were lone upon hill…

NOT fingers that e’er felt Fine things within their hold Drew needles in and through, And smoothed out the fold, And put the hodden patch

‘BELOW there are white-faced thr… Their march is a tide coming High… Below there are white-faced throng… Their faith is a banner flung high… Below there are white-faced throng…