COME round me, little childer;
There, don’t fling stones at me
Because I mutter as I go;
But pity Moll Magee.
My man was a poor fisher

He and his friend, their faces to
Had trod the uneven road. Their b
Their Connemara cloth worn out of
They had kept a steady pace as tho
Despite a dwindling and late risen

HE stood among a crowd at Dromaha
His heart hung all upon a silken d
And he had known at last some tend
Before earth took him to her stony
But when a man poured fish into a

Under the Great Comedian’s tomb t
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is b
About the sky; where that is clear
Brightness remains; a brighter sta
What shudders run through all that

Shepherd. That cry’s from the fir
I wished before it ceased.
Goatherd. Nor bird n
Could make me wish for anything th
Being old, but that the old alone

Bring me to the blasted oak
That I, midnight upon the stroke,
(All find safety in the tomb.)
May call down curses on his head
Because of my dear Jack that’s de

I SAT on cushioned otter-skin:
My word was law from Ith to Emain
And shook at Inver Amergin
The hearts of the world-troubling
And drove tumult and war away

The trees are in their autumn beau
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the wa
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the

I PASSED along the water’s edge
My spirit rocked in evening light,
My spirit rocked in sleep and sigh
All dripping on a grassy slope, an
Each other round in circles, and h

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,