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The Dancer At Cruachan And Cro-Patrick

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I, proclaiming that there isAmong birds or beasts or menOne that is perfect or at peace.Danced on Cruachan’s windy plain,Upon Cro-patrick sang aloud;All that could run or leap or swimWhether…

The Black Tower

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SAY that the men of the old black tower,Though they but feed as the goatherd feeds,Their money spent, their wine gone sour,Lack nothing that a soldier needs,That all are oath-bound…

To Songs Of A Fool

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IA SPECKLED cat and a tame hareEat at my hearthstoneAnd sleep there;And both look up to me aloneFor learning and defenceAs I look up to providence.I start out of my…

He Tells Of A Valley Full Of Lovers

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I DREAMED that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,For happy lovers passed two by two where I stood;And I dreamed my lost love came stealthily out of thewoodWith…

Aedh Laments the Loss of Love

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(or 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 O’Rahilly

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SING of the O’Rahilly,Do not deny his right;Sing a “the’ before his name;Allow that he, despiteAll those learned historians,Established it for good;He wrote out that word himself,He christened himself with…

To Some I Have Talked With By The Fire

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WHILE I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,My heart would brim with dreams about the timesWhen we bent down above the fading coalsAnd talked of the dark folk who live…

His Dream

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I swayed upon the gaudy stemThe butt-end of a steering-oar,And saw wherever I could turnA crowd upon a shore. And though I would have hushed the crowd,There was no mother’s…

Anashuya And Vijaya

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A little Indian temple in the Golden Age. Around it a garden;around that the forest.  Anashuya, the young priestess, kneelinqwithin the temple.Anashuya. Send peace on all the lands and flickeringcorn.  —O, may…

A Song

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I THOUGHT no more was neededYouth to polongThan dumb-bell and foilTo keep the body young.O who could have foretoldThat thc heart grows old?Though I have many words,What woman’s satisfied,I am…