#IrishWriters
You were very fair to meet once,… With your eyes like some blue hidi… Now where the sun would ever seem… Now glowing purple through a diamo… But it was the wonder hair that yo…
I come from a burial; Hush! let me be I have put away my love, Fair exceedingly. Ah! the little gold curls
Last eve and through the night I… Go forth across the fields, and st… I hear it echo, and the fierce rep… Of some poor stricken heart too fa… Beside my gate a little calf, bere…
‘It will be all the same in a thou… And in a thousand years It will be all the same, Whether or no Women’s tears flow,
Out from her doorway peeped the li… To gaze upon the world most full o… Her eager eyes all bright and unaf… Her smooth cheek flushed with joy… Nor did she stay because long shad…
And I had died before the spring… When winter’s kiss upon the fields… And no small seed had broken up th… Then had I died, whose earthly ho… I should have liked to see the sno…
I know of a thrush’s nest, a prett… I know of a thrush’s nest with thr… It is in the perfumed pine, the ta… It is in the cool dark wood that… I know of a speckled trout, a nobl…
When the dark comes, ‘Is this the end?’ I pray; No answer from the night, And then once more the day. I take the world again
There I cannot find thee, O my lo… In the city’s clamour, In its pleasure’s glamour; ‘Mid the multitude of faces Or the wilderness of places
What we must do and may not do. This is the World’s whole refrain… Till beating on the wearied brain, We wonder what is true. My love! my love! who passes by,
I hear the thrush and blackbird si… And blackbird sing. Their honied voices wake the sleep… The slothful spring, And as each lovely note sighs fort…
Little white rose that I loved, I… Roisin ban, Roisin ban! Fair my bud as the morning’s dawn. I kissed my beautiful flower to bl… My heart grew glad for its rich pe…
A CHILD’S SONG There sits a piper on the hill Who pipes the livelong day, And when he pipes both loud and sh… The frightened people say
Even the silent lips and comfortin… I had no more; I took my place Still wondering, behind the slow s… All of your beauty Death could ro… One amongst many men who followed…
Behold! a new white world! The falling snow Has cloaked the last old year And bid him go. To-morrow! cries the oak