(Song from an Unfinished Play)
My mother dandled me and sang,
‘How young it is, how young!’
And made a golden cradle
That on a willow swung.

DO you not hear me calling, white
I have been changed to a hound wit
I have been in the Path of Stones
For somebody hid hatred and hope a
Under my feet that they follow you

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

KING EOCHAID came at sundown
Westward of Tara. Hurrying to hi
He had outridden his war-wasted me
That with empounded cattle trod th
And where beech-trees had mixed a

What lively lad most pleasured me
Of all that with me lay?
I answer that I gave my soul
And loved in misery,
But had great pleasure with a lad

THROUGH intricate motions ran
Stream and gliding sun
And all my heart seemed gay:
Some stupid thing that I had done
Made my attention stray.

I HAVE no happiness in dreaming
Nor Avalon the grass-green hollow
Where one found Lancelot crazed a
Nor Uladh, when Naoise had thrown
Nor lands that seem too dim to be

I know, although when looks meet
I tremble to the bone,
The more I leave the door unlatch
The sooner love is gone,
For love is but a skein unwound

YOU ask what—I have found, and f
Nothing but Cromwell’s house and
The lovers and the dancers are bea
And the tall men and the swordsmen
And there is an old beggar wanderi

IF you, that have grown old, were
Neither catalpa tree nor scented l
Should hear my living feet, nor wo
Where we wrought that shall break
Let the new faces play what tricks