The corners of this eye
All wrongs done.
What payment were enough
For undying love?
I broke my heart in two
So hard I struck.
What matter? for I know
That out of rock,
Out of a desolate source,
Love leaps upon its course.
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HE stood among a crowd at Dromahair;
And he had known at last some tenderness,Before earth took him to her stony care;But when a man poured fish into a pile,It Seemed they raised their little silver heads,And sang what gold morning or evening shedsUpon a woven world-forgotten isleWhere people love beside the ravelled seas;That Time can never mar a lover’s vowsUnder that…
MY mother dandled me and sang,
And made a golden cradleThat on a willow swung.‘He went away,’ my mother sang,‘When I was brought to bed,’And all the while her needle pulledThe gold and silver thread.She pulled the thread and bit the threadAnd made a golden gown,And wept because she had dreamt that IWas born to wear a crown.‘When she was got,’…
YOUR hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood,
My works are all stamped down into the sultry mud.I knew that horse-play, knew it for a murderous thing.What wholesome sun has ripened is wholesome food to eat,And that alone; yet I, being driven half insaneBecause of some green wing, gathered old mummy wheatIn the mad abstract dark and ground it grain by grainAnd after…
TIME drops in decay,
And the mountains and woodsHave their day, have their day;What one in the routOf the fire-born moodsHas fallen away?
WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
Our hearts endure the scourge, the plaited thorns, the wayCrowded with bitter faces, the wounds in palm and side,The vinegar-heavy sponge, the flowers by Kedron stream;We will bend down and loosen our hair over you,That it may drop faint perfume, and be heavy with dew,Lilies of death-pale hope, roses of passionate dream.
Scene: A circle of Druidic stones
O sister of sorrowful gaze!Where the roses in scarlet are heavyAnd dream of the end of their days,You move in another dominionAnd hang o’er the historied stone:Unpruned in your beautiful pinionWho wander and whisper alone.All: Come away while the moon’s in the woodland,We’ll dance and then feast in a dairy.Though youngest of all in our…