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The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland
The Man Who Dreamed Of Faeryland
HE stood among a crowd at Dromahair;
His heart hung all upon a silken dress,
And he had known at last some tenderness, <…
The Magi
The Magi
NOW as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
Appear and disappear in the blue dep…
The Lover's Song
The Lover's Song
BIRD sighs for the air,
Thought for I know not where,
For the womb the seed sighs.
Now sinks the same rest
On mind, on nest,…
The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days
The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days
O WOMEN, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,
When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,…
The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love
The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love
PALE brows, still hands and dim hair,
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in …
The Living Beauty
The Living Beauty
I BADE, because the wick and oil are spent
And frozen are the channels of the blood,
My discontented heart to draw content
From b…
The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner
The Lamentation Of The Old Pensioner
ALTHOUGH I shelter from the rain
Under a broken tree,
My chair was nearest to the fire
In every company
…
The Lady's Third Song
The Lady's Third Song
WHEN you and my true lover meet
And he plays tunes between your feet.
Speak no evil of the soul,
Nor think that body is the w…
The Lady's First Song
The Lady's First Song
I TURN round
Like a dumb beast in a show.
Neither know what I am
Nor where I go,
My language beaten
Into one name…
The Indian To His Love
The Indian To His Love
THE island dreams under the dawn
And great boughs drop tranquillity;
The peahens dance on a smooth lawn,
A parrot sways upon…
The Hosting Of The Sidhe
The Hosting Of The Sidhe
The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calli…
The Heart Of The Woman
The Heart Of The Woman
O WHAT to me the little room
That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;
He bade me out into the gloom,
And my breast lies upo…
The Gyres
The Gyres
THE GYRES! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth;
Things thought too long can be no longer thought,
For beauty dies of beauty, worth of worth, …
The Harp Of Aengus
The Harp Of Aengus
Edain came out of Midhir's hill, and lay
Beside young Aengus in his tower of glass,
Where time is drowned in odour-laden winds
A…
The Ghost Of Roger Casement
The Ghost Of Roger Casement
O WHAT has made that sudden noise?
What on the threshold stands?
It never crossed the sea because
John Bull and the sea…
The Great Day
The Great Day
HURRAH for revolution and more cannon-shot!
A beggar upon horseback lashes a beggar on foot.
Hurrah for revolution and cannon come again! <…
The Fish
The Fish
ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow
Of the pale tide when the moon has set,
The people of coming days will know
About the casting out of…
The Folly Of Being Comforted
The Folly Of Being Comforted
ONE that is ever kind said yesterday:
'Your well-beloved's hair has threads of grey,
And little shadows come about her eyes;…
The Fascination Of What's Difficult
The Fascination Of What's Difficult
THE fascination of what's difficult
Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
Spontaneous joy and natural content <…
The Fairy Pendant
The Fairy Pendant
Scene: A circle of Druidic stones
First Fairy: Afar from our lawn and our levee,
O sister of sorrowful gaze!
Where the ro…
The Double Vision Of Michael Robartes
The Double Vision Of Michael Robartes
I
ON the grey rock of Cashel the mind's eye
Has called up the cold spirits that are born
When the old moon is…
The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus
The Delphic Oracle Upon Plotinus
Behold that great Plotinus swim,
Buffeted by such seas;
Bland Rhadamanthus beckons him,
But the Golden Race looks …
The Dedication To A Book Of Stories
The Dedication To A Book Of Stories
SELECTED FROM THE IRISH NOVELISTS
THERE was a green branch hung with many a bell
When her own people ruled this…
The Dancer At Cruachan And Cro-Patrick
The Dancer At Cruachan And Cro-Patrick
I, proclaiming that there is
Among birds or beasts or men
One that is perfect or at peace.
Danced on Cruacha…