COME round me, little childer;
There, don’t fling stones at me
Because I mutter as I go;
But pity Moll Magee.
My man was a poor fisher

The unpurged images of day recede;
The Emperor’s drunken soldiery ar
Night resonance recedes, night-wal
After great cathedral gong;
A starlit or a moonlit dome disdai

HANDS, do what you’re bid;
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.

I dreamed that I stood in a valle
For happy lovers passed two by two
And I dreamed my lost love came s
With her cloud-pale eyelids fallin
I cried in my dream ‘O women bid

Swear by what the sages spoke
Round the Mareotic Lake
That the Witch of Atlas knew,
Spoke and set the cocks a-crow.
Swear by those horsemen, by those

All things uncomely and broken,
All things worn-out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway,
The creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman,

Under your old wind-beaten tower,
A lamp burns on beside the open bo
That Michael Robartes left, you w
And though you have passed the bes
Enthralled by the unconquerable de

NOW that we’re almost settled in
I’ll name the friends that cannot
Beside a fire of turf in the ancie
And having talked to some late hou
Climb up the narrow winding stair

A CURSING rogue with a merry f
A bundle of rags upon a crutch,
Stumbled upon that windy place
Called Cruachan, and it was as mu
As the one sturdy leg could do

HERE is fresh matter, poet,
Matter for old age meet;
Might of the Church and the State
Their mobs put under their feet.
O but heart’s wine shall run pure,