I HAD this thought a while ago,
‘My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would d
In this blind bitter land.’
And I grew weary of the sun

The First. My great-grandfather s
In Grattan’s house.
The Second. My great-grandfather
A pot-house bench with Oliver Gol
The Third. My great-grandfather’s

I wished before it ceased.
Could make me wish for anything th
Being old, but that the old alone
And that would be against God’s P
Let the young wish. But what has

'Love is all
Unsatisfied
That cannot take the whole
Body and soul’;
And that is what Jane said.

O WHAT has made that sudden nois
What on the threshold stands?
It never crossed the sea because
John Bull and the sea are friends
But this is not the old sea

IF any man drew near
When I was young,
I thought, ‘He holds her dear,’
And shook with hate and fear.
But O! ‘twas bitter wrong

THERE where the course is,
Delight makes all of the one mind,
The riders upon the galloping hors
The crowd that closes in behind:
We, too, had good attendance once,

We, who seven years ago
Talked of honour and of truth,
Shriek with pleasure if we show
The weasel’s twist, the weasel’s t

The heron-billed pale cattle-birds
That feed on some foul parasite
Of the Moroccan flocks and herds
Cross the narrow Straits to light
In the rich midnight of the garden

Ah, but Time has touched a form
That could show what Homer’s age
Bred to be a hero’s wage.
‘Were not all her life but storm,
Would not painters paint a form