• A Fairy Hunt

    Who would hear the fairy horn
    Calling all the hounds of Finn
    Must be in a lark's nest born
    When the moon is very thin.... more »

  • A Little Boy In The Morning

    He will not come, and still I wait.
    He whistles at another gate
    Where angels listen. Ah I know
    He will not come, yet if I go... more »

  • A Mother's Song

    Little ships of whitest pearl
    With sailors who were ancient kings,
    Come over the sea when my little girl
    Sings.... more »

  • A Rainy Day In April

    When the clouds shake their hyssops, and the rain
    Like holy water falls upon the plain,
    'Tis sweet to gaze upon the springing grain
    And see your harvest born.... more »

  • A Soldier's Grave

    Then in the lull of midnight, gentle arms
    Lifted him slowly down the slopes of death
    Lest he should hear again the mad alarms... more »

  • Aarstiderne

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  • After Court Martial

    My mind is not my mind, therefore
    I take no heed of what men say,
    I lived ten thousand years before
    God cursed the town of Nineveh.... more »

  • Ardan Mór

    AS I was climbing Ardan Mór
    From the shore of Sheelin lake,
    I met the herons coming down
    Before the water’s wake.... more »

  • At A Poet's Grave

    When I leave down this pipe my friend
    And sleep with flowers I loved, apart,
    My songs shall rise in wilding things
    Whose roots are in my heart.... more »

  • At Currabwee

    Every night at Currabwee
    Little men with leather hats
    Mend the boots of Faery
    From the tough wings of the bats.... more »

  • Autumn

    Now leafy winds are blowing cold,
    And South by West the sun goes down,
    A quiet huddles up the fold... more »

  • Behind The Closed Eye

    I walk the old frequented ways
    That wind around the tangled braes,
    I live again the sunny days
    Ere I the city knew.... more »

  • Ceol Sidhe

    When May is here, and every morn
    Is dappled with pied bells,
    And dewdrops glance along the thorn
    And wings flash in the dells,... more »

  • Dawn

    Quiet miles of golden sky,
    And in my heart a sudden flower.
    I want to clap my hands and cry... more »

  • Fairies

    Maiden-poet, come with me
    To the heaped up cairn of Maeve,
    And there we'll dance a fairy dance
    Upon a fairy's grave.... more »

  • Had I A Golden Pound (After The Irish)

    Had I a golden pound to spend,
    My love should mend and sew no more.
    And I would buy her a little quern,
    Easy to turn on the kitchen floor.... more »

  • In A Cafe

    Kiss the maid and pass her round,
    Lips like hers were made for many.
    Our loves are far from us to-night,
    But these red lips are sweet as any.... more »

  • In France

    THE silence of maternal hills
    Is round me in my evening dreams;
    And round me music-making rills
    And mingling waves of pastoral streams.... more »

  • Ireland

    I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,
    You answered not because my voice was new,
    And you were listening for the hounds of Finn... more »

  • June

    Broom out the floor now, lay the fender by,
    And plant this bee-sucked bough of woodbine there,
    And let the window down. The butterfly
    Floats in upon the sunbeam, and the fair... more »

  • Lady Fair

    Lady fair, have we not met
    In our lives elsewhere ?
    Darkling in my mind to-night
    Faint fair faces dare... more »

  • Lament For The Poets: 1916

    I heard the Poor Old Woman say:
    "At break of day the fowler came,
    And took my blackbirds from their songs
    Who loved me well thro' shame and blame... more »

  • Lament For Thomas Mcdonagh

    He shall not hear the bittern cry
    In the wild sky, where he is lain,
    Nor voices of the sweeter birds,
    Above the wailing of the rain.... more »

  • My Mother

    God made my mother on an April day,
    From sorrow and the mist along the sea,
    Lost birds' and wanderers' songs and ocean spray,
    And the moon loved her wandering jealously.... more »

  • Old Clo

    I was just coming in from the garden,
    Or about to go fishing for eels,
    And, smiling, I asked you to pardon... more »