WHEN have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long…
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most n…
For all their broom-sticks and the…
O’DRISCOLL drove with a song
The wild duck and the drake
From the tall and the tufted reeds
Of the drear Hart Lake.
And he saw how the reeds grew dark
THE cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top…
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the m…
Epilogue to 'A Vision’
MIDNIGHT has come, and the gre…
And may a lesser bell sound throug…
And it is All Souls’ Night,
And two long glasses brimmed with…
THAT civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent
'Love is all
That cannot take the whole
Body and soul’;
And that is what Jane said.
Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
Rise as kindred should.
If ever lover’s loneliness
Came where you stood,
Pray that Heaven protect us
KNOW, that I would accounted be
True brother of a company
That sang, to sweeten Ireland’s w…
Ballad and story, rann and song;
Nor be I any less of them,
An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.
As I came over Windy Gap
They threw a halfpenny into my cap…
For I am running to paradise;
And all that I need do is to wish
And somebody puts his hand in the…
I - CRAZY JANE AND THE…
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
A man that finds great bitterness
In thinking of his lost renown.
A Roman Caesar is held down
Under this hump.
According to a different plan.
Violence upon the roads: violence…
Some few have handsome riders, are…
On delicate sensitive ear or tossi…
But wearied running round and roun…
All break and vanish, and evil gat…
SWAYED upon the gaudy stern
The butt-end of a steering-oar,
And saw wherever I could turn
A crown upon the shore.
I And though I would have hushed…
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