Come play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?

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

‘Lay me in a cushioned chair;
Carry me, ye four,
With cushions here and cushions th
To see the world once more.
’To stable and to kennel go;

DEAR Craoibhin Aoibhin, look in
When we are high and airy hundreds
That if we hold that flight they’l
While those same hundreds mock ano
Because we have made our art of co

I HEARD the old, old men say,
‘Everything alters,
And one by one we drop away.’
They had hands like claws, and the
Were twisted like the old thorn-tr

Under the Great Comedian’s tomb t
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is b
About the sky; where that is clear
Brightness remains; a brighter sta
What shudders run through all that

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

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

THE GYRES! the gyres! Old Roc
Things thought too long can be no
For beauty dies of beauty, worth o
And ancient lineaments are blotted
Irrational streams of blood are st

MY dear, my dear, I know
More than another
What makes your heart beat so;
Not even your own mother
Can know it as I know,