Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth
The moments passed as at a play; I had the wisdom love brings forth; I had my share of mother-wit,
What woman hugs her infant there? Another star has shot an ear. What made the drapery glisten so?
I Bring you with reverent hands The books of my numberless dreams, White woman that passion has worn
Bid a strong ghost stand at the head That my Michael may sleep sound, Nor cry, nor turn in the bed
God guard me from those thoughts men think In the mind alone; He that sings a lasting song
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above: Those that I fight I do not hate,
There where the course is, Delight makes all of the one mind, The riders upon the galloping horses,
There is grey in your hair. Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath When you are passing;
The Colonel went out sailing, He spoke with Turk and Jew, With Christian and with Infidel,
If Jupiter and Saturn meet, What a cop of mummy wheat! The sword's a cross; thereon He died:
For certain minutes at the least That crafty demon and that loud beast That plague me day and night
Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns? I have been changed to a hound with one red ear; I have been in the Path of Stones and the Wood of Thorns,
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world;
I Swayed upon the gaudy stern The butt end of a steering oar, And everywhere that I could turn
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world;
Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem
Where, where but here have Pride and Truth, That long to give themselves for wage, To shake their wicked sides at youth
Once, when midnight smote the air, Eunuchs ran through Hell and met On every crowded street to stare
PARNELL'S FUNERAL Under the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd. A bundle of tempestuous cloud is blown
Ah, that Time could touch a form That could show what Homer's age Bred to be a hero's wage.
As I came over Windy Gap They threw a halfpenny into my cap, For I am running to Paradise;
What need you, being come to sense, But fumble in a greasy till And add the halfpence to the pence
O but we talked at large before The sixteen men were shot, But who can talk of give and take,
"Those Platonists are a curse," he said, "God's fire upon the wane, A diagram hung there instead,
I i(Ribb at the Tomb of Baile and Aillinn) Because you have found me in the pitch-dark night
A storm beaten old watch-tower, A blind hermit rings the hour. All-destroying sword-blade still
Because there is safety in derision I talked about an apparition, I took no trouble to convince,
The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward
The cat went here and there And the moon spun round like a top, And the nearest kin of the moon
I Had this thought awhile ago, 'My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do
A Doll in the doll-maker's house Looks at the cradle and balls: 'That is an insult to us.'
He with body waged a fight, But body won; it walks upright. Then he struggled with the heart;
'Call down the hawk from the air; Let him be hooded or caged Till the yellow eye has grown mild,
O'Driscoll drove with a song, The wild duck and the drake, From the tall and the tufted reeds
A one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed man, A bundle of rags upon a crutch, Stumbled on windy Cruachan
Bald heads forgetful of their sins, Old, learned, respectable bald heads Edit and annotate the lines
Poetry, music, I have loved, and yet Because of those new dead That come into my soul and escape
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there; From joy the holy branches start,
Crazed through much child-bearing The moon is staggering in the sky; Moon-struck by the despairing
You gave but will not give again Until enough of Paudeen's pence By Biddy's halfpennies have lain
Has no one said those daring Kind eyes should be more learn'd? Or warned you how despairing
I had this thought a while ago, "My darling cannot understand What I have done, or what would do