The jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window—sill.
It rose in a straight blue garment

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

WHERE has Maid Quiet gone to,
Nodding her russet hood?
The winds that awakened the stars
Are blowing through my blood.
O how could I be so calm

IN tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled
Lie bodies of the vampires full of

WHEN the flaming lute-thronged a
When an immortal passion breathes
Our hearts endure the scourge, the
Crowded with bitter faces, the wou
The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flow

THE cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the m

‘What do you make so fair and brig
‘I make the cloak of Sorrow:
O lovely to see in all men’s sight
Shall be the cloak of Sorrow,
In all men’s sight.’

ALTHOUGH I shelter from the ra
Under a broken tree
My chair was nearest to the fire
In every company
That talked of love or politics,

That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;

COME play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?