BELOVED, gaze in thine own hear
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they
The changing colours of its fruit

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

Bring me to the blasted oak
That I, midnight upon the stroke,
(All find safety in the tomb.)
May call down curses on his head
Because of my dear Jack that’s de

FASTEN your hair with a golden
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor r
It worked at them, day out, day in
Building a sorrowful loveliness

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

BLESSED be this place,
More blessed still this tower;
A bloody, arrogant power
Rose out of the race
Uttering, mastering it,

I walk through the long schoolroom
A kind old nun in a white hood rep
The children learn to cipher and t
To study reading-books and histori
To cut and sew, be neat in everyth

WHERE had her sweetness gone?
What fanatics invent
In this blind bitter town,
Fantasy or incident
Not worth thinking of,

SELECTED FROM THE IR
THERE was a green branch hung wi
When her own people ruled this tra
And from its murmuring greenness,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers

‘O cruel Death, give three things
Sang a bone upon the shore;
‘A child found all a child can lac
Whether of pleasure or of rest,
Upon the abundance of my breast’: