#IrishWriters
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
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…
I KNOW myself no more, my child, Since thou art come to me, Pity so tender and so wild Hath wrapped my thoughts of thee. These thoughts, a fiery gentle rai…
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…
THE EAST was crowned with snow-… And hung with veils of pearly flee… They died away into the gloom, Vistas of peace—and deeper peace. And earth and air and wave and fir…
STILL as the holy of holies brea… Within its crystal depths the star… Fire on the altar of the hills at… Burns on the shadowy rim. Moment that holds all moments; whi…
ON me to rest, my bird, my bird: The swaying branches of my heart Are blown by every wind toward The home whereto their wings depar… Build not your nest, my bird, on m…
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,
A LAUGHTER in the diamond air,… And one by one the words of light… “I am the sunlight in the heart, t… My laughter runs and ripples throu… I am the fire upon the hills, the…
OH, be not led away, Lured by the colour of the sun-ric… The gay romance of song Unto the spirit life doth not belo… Though far-between the hours
(Imitated from a fragment of the… I PAUSED beside the cabin door… Tumbled upon the grass I spied th… The mother laughed upon the child… And yet the sages spake of It as…
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…
IT’S a lonely road through boglan… And a sleeper there lies dreaming… Though the moth-wings of the twili… Yet his sleep is filled with music… There’s a hand is white as silver…
SHADOWY-PETALLED, like the… Through the sapphire Soma rising… As when first in yellow splendour… High above the darkening mounds wh… All the tiny planet folk are wavin…
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…