WHAT woman hugs her infant there
Another star has shot an ear.
What made the drapery glisten so?
Not a man but Delacroix.
What made the ceiling waterproof?

THE Powers whose name and shape
Have pulled the Immortal Rose;
And though the Seven Lights bowed
The Polar Dragon slept,
His heavy rings uncoiled from glim

THREE old hermits took the air
By a cold and desolate sea,
First was muttering a prayer,
Second rummaged for a flea;
On a windy stone, the third,

OTHERS because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been frie
Yet always when I look death in t
When I clamber to the heights of
Or when I grow excited with wine,

Now, man of croziers, shadows call
And then away, away, like whirling
And now fled by, mist-covered, wit
The youth and lady and the deer an
‘Gaze no more on the phantoms,’ N

He and his friend, their faces to
Had trod the uneven road. Their b
Their Connemara cloth worn out of
They had kept a steady pace as tho
Despite a dwindling and late risen

PARNELL’S FUNERAL
UNDER the Great Comedian’s tomb
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is b
About the sky; where that is clear
Brightness remains; a brighter sta

THE light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
But a raving autumn shears

BECAUSE we love bare hills and
And were the last to choose the se
Its boredom of the desk or of the
So many years companioned by a hou
Our voices carry; and though slumb

I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the he