I SAY that Roger Casement
Did what he had to do.
He died upon the gallows,
But that is nothing new.
Afraid they might be beaten

Behold that great Plotinus swim,
Buffeted by such seas;
Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him,
But the Golden Race looks dim,
Salt blood blocks his eyes.

HALF close your eyelids, loosen
And dream about the great and thei
They have spoken against you every
But weigh this song with the great
I made it out of a mouthful of air

OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-w
Come clear of the nets of wrong an
Laugh, heart, again in the grey tw
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of t
Your mother Eire is aways young,

A PITY beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and sellin
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,

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

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,

GOD guard me from those thoughts
In the mind alone;
He that sings a lasting song
Thinks in a marrow-bone;
From all that makes a wise old man

Chorus. Come praise Colonus’ hors
The wine-dark of the wood’s intric
The nightingale that deafens dayli
If daylight ever visit where,
Unvisited by tempest or by sun,

WHAT’S riches to him
That has made a great peacock
With the pride of his eye?
The wind-beaten, stone-grey,
And desolate Three Rock