I - CRAZY JANE AND THE
BRING me to the blasted oak
That I, midnight upon the stroke,
(All find safety in the tomb.)
May call down curses on his head

FASTEN your hair with a golden
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor r
It worked at them, day out, day in
Building a sorrowful loveliness

I THINK it better that in times
A poet’s mouth be silent, for in t
We have no gift to set a statesman
He has had enough of meddling who
A young girl in the indolence of h

I had this thought awhile ago,
‘My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would d
In this blind bitter land.’
And I grew weary of the sun

WHAT sort of man is coming
To lie between your feet?
What matter, we are but women.
Wash; make your body sweet;
I have cupboards of dried fragranc

PARNELL came down the road, he
'Ireland shall get her freedom and

PYTHAGORAS planned it. Why d
His numbers, though they moved or
In marble or in bronze, lacked cha
But boys and girls, pale from the
Of solitary beds, knew what they w

I saw a staring virgin stand
Where holy Dionysus died,
And tear the heart out of his side
And lay the heart upon her hand
And bear that beating heart away;

O bid me mount and sail up there
Amid the cloudy wrack,
For peg and Meg and Paris’ love
That had so straight a back,
Are gone away, and some that stay

O THOUGHT, fly to her when the
Awakens an old memory, and say,
‘Your strength, that is so lofty a
It might call up a new age, callin
The queens that were imagined long