My love, we will go, we will go, I and you,

And time runs on,’ cried she.‘Come out of charity,Come dance with me in Ireland.’One man, one man aloneIn that outlandish gear,One solitary manOf all that rambled thereHad turned his stately head.That is a long way off,And time runs on,’ he said,‘And the night grows rough.’‘I am of Ireland,And the Holy Land of Ireland,And time runs…

THEY hold their public meetings whereOur most renowned patriots stand,One among the birds of the air,A stumpier on either hand;And all the popular statesmen sayThat purity built up the StateAnd after kept it from decay;And let all base ambition be,For intellect would make us proudAnd pride bring in impurity:The three old rascals laugh aloud.

And mine were but fifteen foot, no modern Stalks upon higher,Some rogue of the world stole them to patch up a fence or a fire.Because piebald ponies, led bears, caged lions, ake but poor shows,Because children demand Daddy-long-legs upon This timber toes,Because women in the upper storeys demand a face at the pane,That patching old…

The cry of a child by the roadway,The creak of a lumbering cart,The heavy steps of the ploughman,splashing the wintry mould,Are wronging your image that blossomsA rose in the deeps of my heart.The wrong of unshapely thingsIs a wrong too great to be told;I hunger to build them anewAnd sit on a green knoll apart,With…

Out of old mythologiesFrom heel to throat;But the fools caught it,Wore it in the world’s eyesAs though they’d wrought it.Song, let them take it,For there’s more enterpriseIn walking naked.

The peahens dance on a smooth lawn,A parrot sways upon a tree,Raging at his own image in the enamelled sea.Here we will moor our lonely shipAnd wander ever with woven hands,Murmuring softly lip to lip,Along the grass, along the sands,Murmuring how far away are the unquiet lands:How we alone of mortals areHid under quiet boughs…