‘ALTHOUGH I’d lie lapped up in
A deal I’d sweat and little earn
If I should live as live the neig
Cried the beggar, Billy Byrne;
‘Stretch bones till the daylight c

On Cruachan’s plain slept he
That must sing in a rhyme
What most could shake his soul:
‘The stallion Eternity
Mounted the mare of Time,

Shepherd. That cry’s from the fir
I wished before it ceased.
Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast
Could make me wish for anything th
Being old, but that the old alone

ONE that is ever kind said yester
‘Your well-beloved’s hair has thre
And little shadows come about her
Time can but make it easier to be
Though now it seems impossible, an

SHE might, so noble from head
To great shapely knees,
The long flowing line,
Have walked to the altar
Through the holy images

SAID lady once to lover,
‘None can rely upon
A love that lacks its proper food;
And if your love were gone
How could you sing those songs of

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

She hears me strike the board and
That she is under ban
Of all good men and women,
Being mentioned with a man
That has the worst of all bad name

Slim adolescence that a nymph has
Peleus on Thetis stares.
Her limbs are delicate as an eyeli
Love has blinded him with tears;
But Thetis’ belly listens.

I PASSED along the water’s edge
My spirit rocked in evening light,
My spirit rocked in sleep and sigh
All dripping on a grassy slope, an
Each other round in circles, and h