#Irish
WHEN the soul sought refuge in t… Overborne by strife and pain beyon… From some secret hollow, whisper s… Came the legend of the soul. Some bright one of old time laid h…
THOUGH your eyes with tears wer… Pain upon the path you trod: Well we knew, the hosts behind, Voice and shining of a god. For your darkness was our day:
DUSK, a pearl-grey river, o’er Hill and vale puts out the day— What do you wonder at, asthore, What’s away in yonder grey? Dark the eyes that linger long—
I COULD praise you once with be… And entered my life with love in a… I could lure with a song from afar… But with pinions drooping together… In the land of beautiful silence t…
I AM the tender voice calling “A… Whispering between the beatings of… And inaccessible in dewy eyes I dwell, and all unkissed on lovel… Lingering between white breasts in…
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…
IN summer time, with high imagini… Of proud Crusaders and of Paynim… The children crowned themselves wi… And fought there, building up thei… Their mimic war, from old majestic…
NOW the rooftree of the midnight… Buds in citron, green, and blue: From afar its mystic odours sheddi… Child, on you. Now the buried stars beneath the m…
HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of silver and of gold… In heaven began the heroic tale
WHO are exiles? As for me Where beneath the diamond dome Lies the light on hill or tree, There my palace is and home. Who are lonely lacking care?
HE bent above: so still her breat… What air she breathed he could not… Whether in worlds of life or death… So softly ebbed away, away, The life that had been light to hi…
LIGHTEST of dancers, with no t… Thy glimmering feet beat on my hea… Gayest of singers, with no care Waking to beauty the still air, More than the labours of our art,
THEY call us aliens, we are told… Because our wayward visions stray From that dim banner they unfold, The dreams of worn-out yesterday. The sum of all the past is theirs,
WHO would think this quiet breath… From the world had taken flight? Yet within the form we see there Wakes the Golden King to-night. Out upon the face of faces
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