O the chatter, chatter, chatter, Of the things that do not matter. Little wordy things that clatter, Restless feet that pitter patter, All my pretty houses scatter,

What we must do and may not do. This is the World’s whole refrain… Till beating on the wearied brain, We wonder what is true. My love! my love! who passes by,

I struck you once, I do remember… Hard on the track of passion sorro… And swift repentance, weeping for… I struck you once—and now you’re l… Now you are gone the blow no longe…

Down his long garden he did slowly… For fairer sight did each new path… Now bent he where the purple aster… Now stayed his feet beside a chang… Like some pale leaf blown by an up…

centeredA TRUE STORY I am a man who hath known trouble, O’Ruarc of the Lake. On my life’s glass joy rose as a b… To glitter and break.

Last eve as I leaned from my latt… Where the grey of the sea misted i… Came with quick beating of wings a… Beautiful birds, and I wept, bein… How the wind’s strong invisible ha…

[EASTER, ] Here on my path by s… When life at last held out full ha… When the great dreams of younger y… And dear, dead voices whispered ‘… Ah, cruel blow, from which I stri…

Once she woke to fairyland, Now she wakes to grief, All the golden days are gone, Lost by time—the thief. Once she sprang to meet the dawn,

Who was stealing the Baron’s wine… Golden sherry and port so old, Precious, I wot, as drops of gold… Lone to-night he came to dine, Flung himself in his oaken chair,

WHAT is balm for a soul distress… ‘€œA good ship in a fighting wind… The leaping timbers ‘neath your fe… Never soul could mourn, my sister,… What is joy for a stricken heart,…

Prince Charming, when the wizard’… Had wrecked for aye my fairyland; Had razed my castles to the earth, And killed my child heart with his… Then weeds grew rank where flowers…

Little white rose that I loved, I… Roisin ban, Roisin ban! Fair my bud as the morning’s dawn. I kissed my beautiful flower to bl… My heart grew glad for its rich pe…

How slow creeps time! I hear the… And now late revellers prepare for… A last gay voice rings in a passin… And past my door the anxious foots… The little clocks from hidden plac…

She made roses all the day for pre… All through the patient hours, hal… Dragged into a hurried knot all he… Eyes foolish with fatigue, straini… Pretty ladies roamed away over lan…

Is the tree living I once thought… Mo chraoibhin aoibhinn O, It were a pity had its green life… So lovely are its branches in thei… And singing leaves telling of days…