Book: The Wind Among the Reeds

• A Poet To His Beloved

  I BRING you with reverent hands
  The books of my numberless dreams,

  8 lines, 4 comments
• The Everlasting Voices

  O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still;
  Go to the guards of the heavenly fold

  8 lines
• He Bids His Beloved Be At Peace

  I HEAR the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
  Their hoofs heavy with tumult, their eyes glimmering

  15 lines
• The Lover Asks Forgiveness Because Of His Many Moods

  IF this importunate heart trouble your peace
  With words lighter than air,

  24 lines
• He Hears The Cry Of The Sedge

  I WANDER by the edge
  Of this desolate lake

  11 lines
• The Song Of Wandering Aengus

  I WENT out to the hazel wood,
  Because a fire was in my head,

  24 lines, 7 comments
• He Reproves The Curlew

  O CURLEW, cry no more in the air,
  Or only to the water in the West;

  6 lines, 1 comment
• The Moods

  TIME drops in decay,
  Like a candle burnt out,

  7 lines
• He Tells Of The Perfect Beauty

  O CLOUD-PALE eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
  The poets labouring all their days

  8 lines
• The Valley Of The Black Pig

  The dews drop slowly and dreams gather:  unknown spears
  Suddenly hurtle before my dream-awakened eyes,

  7 lines
• Aedh Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

  Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
  Enwrought with golden and silver light,

  7 lines, 27 comments
• The Lover Pleads With His Friend For Old Friends

  THOUGH you are in your shining days,
  Voices among the crowd

  8 lines
• He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead

  WERE you but lying cold and dead,
  And lights were paling out of the West,

  13 lines, 1 comment
• The Secret Rose

  FAR-OFF, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
  Enfold me in my hour of hours; where those

  33 lines
• The Host Of The Air

  O'DRISCOLL drove with a song
  The wild duck and the drake

  44 lines
• To His Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear

  BE you still, be you still, trembling heart;
  Remember the wisdom out of the old days:

  7 lines
• The Hosting Of The Sidhe

  THE host is riding from Knocknarea
  And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;

  15 lines
• He Mourns For The Change That Has Come Upon Him And His Beloved, And Longs For The End Of The World

  Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?
  I have been changed to a hound with one red ear;

  12 lines, 1 comment
• Into The Twilight

  OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,
  Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;

  16 lines, 2 comments
• The Lover Mourns For The Loss Of Love

  PALE brows, still hands and dim hair,
  I had a beautiful friend

  7 lines, 1 comment
• The Lover Tells Of The Rose In His Heart

  ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
  The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,

  8 lines, 3 comments
• The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days

  O WOMEN, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,
  When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,

  8 lines
• Maid Quiet

  WHERE has Maid Quiet gone to,
  Nodding her russet hood?

  8 lines
• The Poet Pleads With The Elemental Powers

  THE Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows
  Have pulled the Immortal Rose;

  18 lines
• The Blessed

  CUMHAL called out, bending his head,
  Till Dathi came and stood,

  39 lines
• The Song Of The Old Mother

  I RISE in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
  Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;

  10 lines, 1 comment
• The Cap And Bells

  THE jester walked in the garden:
  The garden had fallen still;

  36 lines, 1 comment
• The Travail Of Passion

  WHEN the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
  When an immortal passion breathes in mortal clay;

  8 lines
• Fiddler Of Dooney

  WHEN I play on my fiddle in Dooney.
  Folk dance like a wave of the sea;

  19 lines
• The Unappeasable Host

  THE Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
  And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,

  13 lines
• The Fish

  ALTHOUGH you hide in the ebb and flow
  Of the pale tide when the moon has set,

  8 lines
• He Remembers Forgotten Beauty

  When my arms wrap you round I press
  My heart upon the loveliness

  24 lines, 3 comments
• The Heart Of The Woman

  O WHAT to me the little room
  That was brimmed up with prayer and rest;

  12 lines
• He Thinks Of His Past Greatness When A Part Of The Constellations Of Heaven

  I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young
  And weep because I know all things now:

  11 lines, 3 comments

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