BID a strong ghost stand at the h
That my Michael may sleep sound,
Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
Till his morning meal come round;
And may departing twilight keep

Man. In a cleft that’s christened
Under broken stone I halt
At the bottom of a pit
That broad noon has never lit,
And shout a secret to the stone.

‘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

Overcome—O bitter sweetness,
Inhabitant of the soft cheek of a
The rich man and his affairs,
The fat flocks and the fields’ fat
Mariners, rough harvesters;

I have pointed out the yelling pac
The hare leap to the wood,
And when I pass a compliment
Rejoice as lover should
At the drooping of an eye,

I saw a staring virgin stand
Where holy Dionysus died,
And tear the heart out of his side
And lay the heart upon her hand
And bear that beating heart away;

ALTHOUGH I shelter from the ra
Under a broken tree
My chair was nearest to the fire
In every company
That talked of love or politics,

REMEMBER all those renowned ge
They left their bodies to fatten t
They left their homesteads to fatt
Fled to far countries, or sheltere
In cavern, crevice, or hole,

GOD guard me from those thoughts
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone;
From all that makes a wise old man

OTHERS because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been frie
Yet always when I look death in t
When I clamber to the heights of
Or when I grow excited with wine,