WHEN I play on my fiddle in Doo
Folk dance like a wave of the sea;
My cousin is priest in Kilvarnet,
My brother in Mocharabuiee.
I passed my brother and cousin:

THE dews drop slowly and dreams g
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-aw
And then the clash of fallen horse
Of unknown perishing armies beat a
We who still labour by the cromlec

Ancestral Houses
SURELY among a rich man s flowe
Amid the rustle of his planted hil
Life overflows without ambitious p
And rains down life until the basi

THERE’S many a strong farmer
Whose heart would break in two,
If he could see the townland
That we are riding to;
Boughs have their fruit and blosso

PARNELL’S FUNERAL
UNDER the Great Comedian’s tomb
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is b
About the sky; where that is clear
Brightness remains; a brighter sta

He. Opinion is not worth a rush;
In this altar-piece the knight,
Who grips his long spear so to pus
That dragon through the fading lig
Loved the lady; and it’s plain

Undying love to buy
I wrote upon
The corners of this eye
All wrongs done.
What payment were enough

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

Who will go drive with Fergus now
And pierce the deep wood’s woven s
And dance upon the level shore?
Young man, lift up your russet bro
And lift your tender eyelids, maid

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness