I FAIN would leave the tender so… I sang to you of old, Thinking the oft-sung beauty wrong… The magic never told. And touch no more the thoughts, th…

WHEN in my shadowy hours I pierc… They change into immortal joys or… Moytura’s battle still endures and… The golden sun powers with the mig… I think that every teardropp shed…

I WOULD not have the love of li… The ancient ways of love: But in my heart I built a Paradis… A nest there for the dove. I felt the wings of light that flu…

ON the bird of air blue-breasted… And its shadowy fleece above us wa… Far through rumorous leagues of mi… See the old ascetic yonder, ah, po… Where he crouches wrinkled over by…

WHEN the morning breaks above us And the wild sweet stars have fled… By the faery hands that love us Wakened you and I will tread Where the lilacs on the lawn

WHY does this sudden passion smit… I stretch my hands, all blind to s… I need the lamp of the world to li… Lead me and set me free. Something a moment seemed to stoop…

ALL the morn a spirit gay Breathes within my heart a rhyme, ’Tis but hide and seek we play In and out the courts of time. Fairy lover, when my feet

THIS is the hero-heart of the en… Whom now the twilight children ten… Pat with their pearly palms and cr… While in the mountain’s breast his… Who now of Dana’s host may guide…

THE GREY road whereupon we trod… The eve was all one voice that bre… And burning multitudes pour throug… Too swift and hurried in their fli… Twin gates unto that living world,…

WHEN our glowing dreams were dea… Ruined our heroic piles, Something in your dark eyes said: “Think no more of love or smiles.” Something in me still would say,

WHEN twilight flutters the mount… The faery lights from the earth un… And over the caves enchanted hover The giant heroes and gods of old. The bird of æther its flaming pini…

LIKE winds or waters were her wa… The flowing tides, the airy stream… Are troubled not by any dreams; They know the circle of their days… Like winds or waters were her ways…

I GO down from the hills half in… Where the Mother with gentlest br… For I know that my childhood is o… And the love that I had in the ol… I am fired by a Danaan whisper of…

FAINT grew the yellow buds of li… Far flickering beyond the snows, As leaning o’er the shadowy white Morn glimmered like a pale primros… Within an Indian vale below

THIS mood hath known all beauty,… O’€™erwhelmed majesties In these pale forms, and kingly cr… On brows no longer bold, And through the shadowy terrors of…