‘ALTHOUGH I’d lie lapped up in
A deal I’d sweat and little earn
If I should live as live the neig
Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne;
‘Stretch bones till the daylight c

The jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window—sill.
It rose in a straight blue garment

THESE are the clouds about the f
The majesty that shuts his burning
The weak lay hand on what the stro
Till that be tumbled that was lift
And discord follow upon unison,

BALD heads forgetful of their si
Old, learned, respectable bald hea
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their b
Rhymed out in love’s despair

CRAZED through much child-beari
The moon is staggering in the sky;
Moon-struck by the despairing
Glances of her wandering eye
We grope, and grope in vain,

A DOLL in the doll-maker’s house
Looks at the cradle and bawls:
‘That is an insult to us.’
But the oldest of all the dolls,
Who had seen, being kept for show,

THIS night has been so strange t
As if the hair stood up on my head
From going-down of the sun I have
That women laughing, or timid or w
In rustle of lace or silken stuff,

I rise in the dawn, and I kneel a
Till the seed of the fire flicker
And then I must scrub and bake an
Till stars are beginning to blink
And the young lie long and dream i

O HEART, be at peace, because
Nor knave nor dolt can break
What’s not for their applause,
Being for a woman’s sake.
Enough if the work has seemed,

Slim adolescence that a nymph has
Peleus on Thetis stares.
Her limbs are delicate as an eyeli
Love has blinded him with tears;
But Thetis’ belly listens.