HURRAH for revolution and more
A beggar upon horseback lashes a b
Hurrah for revolution and cannon c
The beggars have changed places, b

A SPECKLED cat and a tame hare
Eat at my hearthstone
And sleep there;
And both look up to me alone
For learning and defence

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

While I, that reed-throated whisp
Who comes at need, although not no
A clear articulation in the air,
But inwardly, surmise companions
Beyond the fling of the dull ass’s

Although I can see him still,
The freckled man who goes
To a grey place on a hill
In grey Connemara clothes
At dawn to cast his flies,

O BUT we talked at large before
The sixteen men were shot,
But who can talk of give and take,
What should be and what not
While those dead men are loitering

WE have cried in our despair
That men desert,
For some trivial affair
Or noisy, insolent sport,
Beauty that we have won

FASTEN your hair with a golden
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor r
It worked at them, day out, day in
Building a sorrowful loveliness

KUSTA BEN LUKA is my name, I
To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-royster
Now the good Caliph’s learned Tre
And for no ear but his.
Carry this letter

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,