O WOMEN, kneeling by your altar
When songs I wove for my beloved
And smoke from this dead heart dri
And covers away the smoke of myrrh
Bend down and pray for all that si

A moonlight moor. Fairies lead
Male Fairies: Do not fear us, ear
We will lead you hand in hand
By the willows in the glade,
By the gorse on the high land,

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,

When you are old and grey and full
And nodding by the fire, take down
And slowly read, and dream of the
Your eyes had once, and of their s
How many loved your moments of gla

HANDS, do what you’re bid;
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.

Man
IN a cleft that’s christened Alt
Under broken stone I halt
At the bottom of a pit
That broad noon has never lit,

WHAT woman hugs her infant there
Another star has shot an ear.
What made the drapery glisten so?
Not a man but Delacroix.
What made the ceiling waterproof?

THE threefold terror of love; a f
Through the hollow of an ear;
Wings beating about the room;
The terror of all terrors that I
The Heavens in my womb.

Ribb at the Tomb of Baile and Ai
BECAUSE you have found me in th
With open book you ask me what I
Mark and digest my tale, carry it
To those that never saw this tonsu

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness