THOUGH you are in your shining days,

My fancy on a man,And you know who.Another came in sightThat on a stick reliedTo hold himself upright;I sat and cried.And that was all my song –When everything is told,Saw I an old man youngOr young man old?

Eat 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 sleep to thinkSome day I may forgetTheir food and drink;Or, the house door left unshut,The hare may run till it’s foundThe horn’s sweet note and the tooth of the hound.I bear…

The folk who are buying and selling,The clouds on their journey above,The cold wet winds ever blowing,And the shadowy hazel groveWhere mouse-grey waters are flowing,Threaten the head that I love.

And they had nailed the boards above her face,The peasants of that land,Wondering to lay her in that solitude,And raised above her moundA cross they had made out of two bits of wood,And planted cypress round;And left her to the indifferent stars aboveUntil I carved these words:i{She was more beautiful than thy first love,}i{But now…

‘Your strength, that is so lofty and fierce and kind,It might call up a new age, calling to mindThe queens that were imagined long ago,Is but half yours: he kneaded in the doughThrough the long years of youth, and who would have thoughtIt all, and more than it all, would come to naught,And that dear…

And those that fled, and that followed, from the foam-pale distance broke;The immortal desire of Immortals we saw in their faces, and sighed.I mused on the chase with the Fenians, and Bran, Sceolan, Lomair,And never a song sang Niamh, and over my finger-tipsCame now the sliding of tears and sweeping of mist-cold hair,And now the…