Though nurtured like the sailing m
In beauty’s murderous brood,
She walked awhile and blushed awhi
And on my pathway stood
Until I thought her body bore

Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:
Even like these to rail and sweat

STRETCH towards the moonless mi
As though that hand could reach to
And they but famous old upholsteri
Delightful to the touch; tighten t
As though to draw them closer yet.

Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
Rise as kindred should.
If ever lover’s loneliness
Came where you stood,
Pray that Heaven protect us

SHE lived in storm and strife,
Her soul had such desire
For what proud death may bring
That it could not endure
The common good of life,

Things out of perfection sail,
And all their swelling canvas wear
Nor shall the self-begotten fail
Though fantastic men suppose
Building-yard and stormy shore,

He. Dear, I must be gone
While night Shuts the eyes
Of the household spies;
That song announces dawn.
She. No, night’s bird and love’s

ON the grey rock of Cashel the mi
Has called up the cold spirits tha
When the old moon is vanished from
And the new still hides her horn.
Under blank eyes and fingers never

A man came slowly from the setting
To Emer, raddling raiment in her
And said, “I am that swineherd wh
Go watch the road between the wood
But now I have no need to watch i

If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,