#IrishWriters
She made roses all the day for pre… All through the patient hours, hal… Dragged into a hurried knot all he… Eyes foolish with fatigue, straini… Pretty ladies roamed away over lan…
Lord! when they came and stood upo… With ‘One is dead,’ I paused awhi… In brief thanksgiving that I stil… On the good earth that had so much… Through my sweet garden softly did…
They lit a fire within their land… With splendid dreams they made it… They saw thy slowly paling cheek a… They bade thee live once more, Ka… And who dare quench the sacred fir…
Now God between us and all harm, For I to-night have seen A banshee in the shadow pass Along the dark boreen. And as she went she keened and cri…
[IN MEMORY OF PATRICK P… I saw a dreamer, I saw a poet, On the red battle-field fell my sl… ‘Lover of birds and flowers, singe… Dying with men of war, what do you…
I am the song, that rests upon the… I am the sun I am the dawn, the day, the hiding… When dusk is done. I am the changing colours of the t…
We have met, you and I, long ago, Yesterday when I saw you I knew, For the sight of the city was gone… And the sky took an orient blue; Strange flowers and strange perfum…
Whose is the voice that will not l… I hear it speak. Where is the shore will gratify my… Show what I seek? Not yours, weak Muse, to mimic th…
Now here is where I fail to under… And put my question in all reveren… On bended knee with head most lowl… To the All-High, All-Knowing Pr… A girl whose fate had left her wid…
On the lone height of some untrodd… The shadowy mother goes, Calling, calling; Grief hath her eyes, her cheek is… As winter snows
Heaven help your home to-night, MacCormac; for I know A white witch woman is your bride: You married for your woe. You thought her but a simple maid
I come from a burial; Hush! let me be I have put away my love, Fair exceedingly. Ah! the little gold curls
I closed my hands upon a moth And when I drew my palms apart, Instead of dusty, broken wings, I found a bleeding human heart. I crushed my foot upon a worm
‘God bless the work,’ said young… She bent her golden head, And in her cheek that was so pale The blood crept rosy red. Quick flew the humming spinning-wh…
[EASTER, ] Here on my path by s… When life at last held out full ha… When the great dreams of younger y… And dear, dead voices whispered ‘… Ah, cruel blow, from which I stri…