THE woods of Arcady are dead,
And over is their antique joy;
Of old the world on dreaming fed;
Grey Truth is now her painted toy
Yet still she turns her restless h

HOPE that you may understand!
What can books of men that wive
In a dragon-guarded land,
paintings of the dolphin-drawn
Sea-nymphs in their pearly wagons

THE cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.
Black Minnaloushe stared at the m

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.

SWIFT has sailed into his rest;
Savage indignation there
Cannot lacerate his breast.
Imitate him if you dare,
World-besotted traveller; he

When you are old and grey and full
And nodding by the fire, take down
And slowly read, and dream of the
Your eyes had once, and of their s
How many loved your moments of gla

‘THOUGH logic choppers rule the
And every man and maid and boy
Has marked a distant object down,
An aimless joy is a pure joy,’
Or so did Tom O’Roughley say

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

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

WHEN have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most n
For all their broom-sticks and the