ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all
The tall thought-woven sails, that
Above the tide of hours, trouble t
And God’s bell buoyed to be the w
While hushed from fear, or loud wi

‘THOSE Platonists are a curse,’
‘God’s fire upon the wane,
A diagram hung there instead,
More women born than men.’

I BRING you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sa
And with heart more old than the h

CUMHAL called out, bending his
Till Dathi came and stood,
With a blink in his eyes, at the c
Between the wind and the wood.
And Cumhal said, bending his knee

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

‘THOUGH logic choppers rule the
And every man and maid and boy
Has marked a distant object down,
An aimless joy is a pure joy,’
Or so did Tom O’Roughley say

WHEN you and my true lover meet
And he plays tunes between your fe
Speak no evil of the soul,
Nor think that body is the whole,
For I that am his daylight lady

I THOUGHT no more was needed
Youth to prolong
Than dumb-bell and foil
To keep the body young.
Oh, who could have foretold

I WOULD that we were, my belove
We tire of the flame of the meteor
And the flame of the blue star of
Has awakened in our hearts, my bel
A weariness comes from those dream

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