SAY that the men of the old black
Though they but feed as the goathe
Their money spent, their wine gone
Lack nothing that a soldier needs,
That all are oath-bound men:

My love, we will go, we will go,
And away in the woods we will scat
And the salmon behold, and the ous
My love, we will hear, I and you,
The calling afar of the doe and th

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;

Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
From thoroughfare to thoroughfare,
While that great Juan galloped by
And like these to rail and sweat

I WOULD that we were, my belove
We tire of the flame of the meteor
And the flame of the blue star of
Has awakened in our hearts, my bel
A weariness comes from those dream

I meditate upon a swallow’s flight
Upon a aged woman and her house,
A sycamore and lime-tree lost in n
Although that western cloud is lum
Great works constructed there in n

THE old brown thorn-trees break i
Under a bitter black wind that blo
Our courage breaks like an old tre
But we have hidden in our hearts t
Of Cathleen, the daughter of Houl

The quarrel of the sparrows in the
The full round moon and the star—l
And the loud song of the ever—sing
Had hid away earth’s old and weary
And then you came with those red m

OTHERS because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been frie
Yet always when I look death in t
When I clamber to the heights of
Or when I grow excited with wine,

THERE is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch
When you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters
Because it was your prayer