Whence did all that fury come?
From empty tomb or Virgin womb?
Saint Joseph thought the world wo
But liked the way his finger smelt

LOCKE sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.
Where got I that truth?

I SAT on cushioned otter-skin:
My word was law from Ith to Emain
And shook at Inver Amergin
The hearts of the world-troubling
And drove tumult and war away

SHAKESPEAREAN fish swam the
Romantic fish swam in nets coming
What are all those fish that lie g

MUCH did I rage when young,
Being by the world oppressed,
But now with flattering tongue
It speeds the parting guest.

I have pointed out the yelling pac
The hare leap to the wood,
And when I pass a compliment
Rejoice as lover should
At the drooping of an eye,

IF Michael, leader of God’s host
When Heaven and Hell are met,
Looked down on you from Heaven’s
He would his deeds forget.
Brooding no more upon God’s wars

The lot of love is chosen. I lea
Struggling for an image on the tra
Of the whirling Zodiac.
Scarce did he my body touch,
Scarce sank he from the west

Although I can see him still,
The freckled man who goes
To a grey place on a hill
In grey Connemara clothes
At dawn to cast his flies,

THERE where the course is,
Delight makes all of the one mind,
The riders upon the galloping hors
The crowd that closes in behind:
We, too, had good attendance once,