SHE might, so noble from head
To great shapely knees
The long flowing line,
Have walked to the altar
Through the holy images

COME gather round me, Parnellite
And praise our chosen man;
Stand upright on your legs awhile,
Stand upright while you can,
For soon we lie where he is laid,

COME swish around, my pretty pun
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel

The deck of an ancient ship. At
First Sailor. Has he not led us i
For long enough?
Second Sailor. Aye, long and long
First Sailor. We have not come up

(Song from an Unfinished Play)
My mother dandled me and sang,
‘How young it is, how young!’
And made a golden cradle
That on a willow swung.

I AM tired of cursing the Bishop
(Said Crazy Jane)
Nine books or nine hats
Would not make him a man.
I have found something worse

BE you still, be you still, tremb
Remember the wisdom out of the old
Him who trembles before the flame
And the winds that blow through th
Let the starry winds and the flame

Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
Rise as kindred should.
If ever lover’s loneliness
Came where you stood,
Pray that Heaven protect us

THE fascination of what’s difficu
Has dried the sap out of my veins,
Spontaneous joy and natural conten
Out of my heart. There’s somethi
That must, as if it had not holy b

FOR one throb of the artery,
While on that old grey stone I Sa
Under the old wind-broken tree,
I knew that One is animate,
Mankind inanimate fantasy’.