Under the Great Comedian’s tomb t
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is b
About the sky; where that is clear
Brightness remains; a brighter sta
What shudders run through all that

I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,

THOUGH the great song return no
There’s keen delight in what we ha
The rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under the receding wave.

SAY that the men of the old black
Though they but feed as the goathe
Their money spent, their wine gone
Lack nothing that a soldier needs,
That all are oath-bound men:

(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.

The quarrel of the sparrows in the
The full round moon and the star—l
And the loud song of the ever—sing
Had hid away earth’s old and weary
And then you came with those red m

I will arise and go now, and go to
And a small cabin build there, of
Nine bean-rows will I have there,
And live alone in the bee-loud gla
And I shall have some peace there

DANCE there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water’s roar?
And tumble out your hair
That the salt drops have wet;

NOW must I these three praise—
Three women that have wrought
What joy is in my days:
One because no thought,
Nor those unpassing cares,

A moonlight moor. Fairies lead
Male Fairies: Do not fear us, ear
We will lead you hand in hand
By the willows in the glade,
By the gorse on the high land,