O SWEET everlasting Voices, be
Go to the guards of the heavenly f
And bid them wander obeying your w
Flame under flame, till Time be n
Have you not heard that our hearts

I ASKED if I should pray.
But the Brahmin said,
‘pray for nothing, say
Every night in bed,
’I have been a king,

Thought, in that scale of his:
Why should I be dismayed
Though flame had burned the whole
World, as it were a coal,
Now I have seen it weighed

Laughter not time destroyed my voi
And put that crack in it,
And when the moon’s pot-bellied
I get a laughing fit,
For that old Madge comes down the

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose o
Come near me, while I sing the an
Cuchulain battling with the bitter
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, q
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and

A STATESMAN is an easy man,
He tells his lies by rote;
A journalist makes up his lies
And takes you by the throat;
So stay at home’ and drink your be

NOR dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,

MAY God be praised for woman
That gives up all her mind,
A man may find in no man
A friendship of her kind
That covers all he has brought

A STORM BEATEN old watch-tow
A blind hermit rings the hour.
All-destroying sword-blade still
Carried by the wandering fool.
Gold-sewn silk on the sword-blade,

THE threefold terror of love; a f
Through the hollow of an ear;
Wings beating about the room;
The terror of all terrors that I
The Heavens in my womb.