SOME may have blamed you that yo
The verses that could move them on
When, the ears being deafened, the
With lightning, you went from me,
Nothing to make a song about but k

BIRD sighs for the air,
Thought for I know not where,
For the womb the seed sighs.
Now sinks the same rest
On mind, on nest,

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,

When Loie Fuller’s Chinese dance
A shining web, a floating ribbon o
It seemed that a dragon of air
Had fallen among dancers, had whir
Or hurried them off on its own fur

I BRING you with reverent hands
The books of my numberless dreams,
White woman that passion has worn
As the tide wears the dove-grey sa
And with heart more old than the h

I care not what the sailors say:
All those dreadful thunder-stones,
All that storm that blots the day
Can but show that Heaven yawns;
Great Europa played the fool

AH, that Time could touch a form
That could show what Homer’s age
Bred to be a hero’s wage.
‘Were not all her life but storm,
Would not painters paint a form

WOULD I could cast a sail on th
Where many a king has gone
And many a king’s daughter,
And alight at the comely trees and
The playing upon pipes and the dan

THERE all the golden codgers lay
There the silver dew,
And the great water sighed for lov
And the wind sighed too.
Man-picker Niamh leant and sighed

A MAN that had six mortal wounds
Violent and famous, strode among t
Eyes stared out of the branches an
Then certain Shrouds that muttere
Came and were gone. He leant upo