On Cruachan’s plain slept heThat must sing in a rhymeWhat most could shake his soul:‘The stallion EternityMounted the mare of Time,‘Gat the foal of the world.’
The old brown thorn-trees break in two high over Cummen Strand,Under a bitter black wind that blows from the left hand;Our courage breaks like an old tree in a black…
I A bloody and a sudden end, Gunshot or a noose,For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.He might have had my sister, My cousins by the score,But…
I WHISPERED, “I am too young,”And then, “I am old enough”;Wherefore I threw a pennyTo find out if I might love.“Go and love, go and love, young man,If the lady…
To A Wealthy Man Who Promised A Second Subscription To The Dublin Municipal Gallery If It Were Proved The People Wanted Pictures
0 YOU gave, but will not give againUntil enough of paudeen’s penceBy Biddy’s halfpennies have lainTo be “some sort of evidence’,Before you’ll put your guineas down,That things it were a pride…
DEAR fellow-artist, why so freeWith every sort of company,With every Jack and Jill?Choose your companions from the best;Who draws a bucket with the restSoon topples down the hill.You may, that…
I I walk through the long schoolroom questioning;A kind old nun in a white hood replies;The children learn to cipher and to sing,To study reading – books and histories,To cut…
O BUT we talked at large beforeThe sixteen men were shot,But who can talk of give and take,What should be and what notWhile those dead men are loitering thereTo stir…
SAILING TO BYZANTIUM I THAT is no country for old men. The youngIn one another’s arms, birds in the trees— Those dying generations — at their song,The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas,Fish,…
Fled foam underneath us, and round us, a wandering and milky smoke,High as the Saddle-girth, covering away from our glances the tide;And those that fled, and that followed, from the…