#IrishWriters
WE air tired who follow after Phantasy and truth that flies: You with only look and laughter Stain our hearts with richest dyes… When you break upon our study
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…
WHERE the Greyhound River winde… Scarce a wild fowl shakes the quie… Only God exults in silence over f… Where the silver wave with sweetne… I was bent above, my image mirrore…
TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in… Gay are the hills with song: earth… More dim abodes to roam the primro… Opening their glimmering lips to b… Hush, not a whisper! Let your hea…
THROUGH the blue shadowy valle… Flower rich the night, flower soft… I hurried over before I came to t… Where the orange flame-glow danced… And the lovely mother who drooped…
THERE in her old-world garden sm… A symbol of the world’s desire, Striving with quaint and lovely wi… To bind to earth the soul of fire. And while I sit and listen there,
THE LIGHTS shone down the stre… In the long blue close of day: A boy’s heart beat sweet, sweet, As it flowered in its dreamy clay. Beyond the dazzling throng
DOES the earth grow grey with gr… For her hero darling fled? Though her vales let fall no leaf, In our hearts her tears are shed. Still the stars laugh on above:
THERE’S a cure for sorrow in th… Where the scarlet cressets hang ov… And joyful winds are blowing from… And the heart of the earth is full… Many and many a sunbright maiden s…
LOVE and pity are pleading with… What is this voice that stays me f… Offering beauty, love, and immorta… Æons away in some far-off heavenly… Though I obey thee, Immortal, my…
WE must pass like smoke or live w… For we can no more than smoke unto… If our thought has changed to drea… As smoke we vanish though the fire… Lights of infinite pity star the g…
WITHIN the iron cities One walked unknown for years, In his heart the pity of pities That grew for human tears. When love and grief were ended
WHEN mine hour is come Let no teardropp fall And no darkness hover Round me where I lie. Let the vastness call
THE WARMTH of life is quenched… Upon the lonely road a child limps… Skirting the frozen pools: our way… Our hearts sink utterly. But from the snow-patched moorland…
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…