THIS great purple butterfly,
In the prison of my hands,
Has a learning in his eye
Not a poor fool understands.
Once he lived a schoolmaster

HURRAH for revolution and more
A beggar upon horseback lashes a b
Hurrah for revolution and cannon c
The beggars have changed places, b

BALD heads forgetful of their si
Old, learned, respectable bald hea
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their b
Rhymed out in love’s despair

Bolt and bar the shutter,
For the foul winds blow:
Our minds are at their best this n
And I seem to know
That everything outside us is

ACQUAINTANCE; companion;
One dear brilliant woman;
The best-endowed, the elect,
All by their youth undone,
All, all, by that inhuman

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,

‘O WORDS are lightly spoken,’
Said Pearse to Connolly,
‘Maybe a breath of politic words
Has withered our Rose Tree;
Or maybe but a wind that blows

DEAR fellow-artist, why so free
With every sort of company,
With every Jack and Jill?
Choose your companions from the be
Who draws a bucket with the rest

HERE is fresh matter, poet,
Matter for old age meet;
Might of the Church and the State
Their mobs put under their feet.
O but heart’s wine shall run pure,

Though nurtured like the sailing m
In beauty’s murderous brood,
She walked awhile and blushed awhi
And on my pathway stood
Until I thought her body bore