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

I HEAR the Shadowy Horses, thei
Their hoofs heavy with tumult, the
The North unfolds above them clin
The East her hidden joy before th
The West weeps in pale dew and si

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

TIME drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and the woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout

A BLOODY and a sudden end,
Gunshot or a noose,
For Death who takes what man woul
Leaves what man would lose.
He might have had my sister,

I walked among the seven woods of
Shan-walla, where a willow-hordere
Gathers the wild duck from the win
Shady Kyle-dortha; sunnier Kyle-n
Where many hundred squirrels are a

O CLOUD-PALE eyelids, dream-d
The poets labouring all their days
To build a perfect beauty in rhyme
Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze
And by the unlabouring brood of th

I dreamed that I stood in a valle
For happy lovers passed two by two
And I dreamed my lost love came s
With her cloud-pale eyelids fallin
I cried in my dream ‘O women bid

YOU waves, though you dance by my
Though you glow and you glance, th
In the Junes that were warmer tha
When I was a boy with never a cra
The herring are not in the tides a

THE GYRES! the gyres! Old Roc
Things thought too long can be no
For beauty dies of beauty, worth o
And ancient lineaments are blotted
Irrational streams of blood are st