HE stood among a crowd at Dromaha
His heart hung all upon a silken d
And he had known at last some tend
Before earth took him to her stony
But when a man poured fish into a

O what to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer an
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upon his breast
O what to me my mother’s care,

First Love
THOUGH nurtured like the sailin
In beauty’s murderous brood,
She walked awhile and blushed awhi
And on my pathway stood

There was a green branch hung with
When her own people ruled this tra
And from its murmuring greenness,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers
It charmed away the merchant from

THE dews drop slowly and dreams g
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-aw
And then the clash of fallen horse
Of unknown perishing armies beat a
We who still labour by the cromlec

WHEN I play on my fiddle in Doo
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Mocharabuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin:

Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
From thoroughfare to thoroughfare,
While that great Juan galloped by
And like these to rail and sweat

I HAD this thought a while ago,
‘My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would d
In this blind bitter land.’
And I grew weary of the sun

PROCESSIONS that lack high st
What if my great-granddad had a pa
And mine were but fifteen foot, no
Some rogue of the world stole them
Because piebald ponies, led bears,

THEY must to keep their certaint
All that are different of a base i
Pull down established honour; hawk
Whatever their loose fantasy inven
And murmur it with bated breath, a