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,

STRETCH towards the moonless mi
As though that hand could reach to
And they but famous old upholsteri
Delightful to the touch; tighten t
As though to draw them closer yet.

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

Poets with whom I learned my trad
Companions of the Cheshire Cheese
Here’s an old story I’ve remade,
Imagining 'twould better please
Your cars than stories now in fash

Sung by the people of Faery ov
We who are old, old and gay,
O so old!
Thousands of years, thousands of y
If all were told:

Scene: A circle of Druidic sto
First Fairy: Afar from our lawn a
O sister of sorrowful gaze!
Where the roses in scarlet are hea
And dream of the end of their days

I KNOW that I shall meet my fat
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,

THEY hold their public meetings
Our most renowned patriots stand,
One among the birds of the air,
A stumpier on either hand;
And all the popular statesmen say

SHY one, shy one,
Shy one of my heart,
She moves in the firelight
Pensively apart.
She carries in the dishes,

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,