THE candles lighted and the figure prone
Announce this to you: they are laid aside,
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THE great ship lantern-girdled.
The tender standing by;
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Two men of art, they say, were with the sons
Of Milé,—a poet and a harp player,
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On and on,
O white brother!
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WRITTEN TO THE LONDONDERRY AIR
"Tira autumn sun your shadow's flung, my Cahill,
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OH I wish the sun was bright in the sky,
And the fox was back in his den O!
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HERE you should lie, ye Kings of eld,
Barbarossa, Boabdil,
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OTHERS have divers paints and enamels,
Lavish and bright on breast and wing feathers:
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IN companies or lone
They bend their heads, their hands
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FOR the poor body that I own
I could weep many a tear:
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You would not slumber
If laid at my breast:
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GREEN wings and yellow breasts on birds that stare
That turn their heads and stare,
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ARCH-SCHOLAR they'll call you,
Kuno Mayer,
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THE smith who made the manacles,
With bar and bolt, and link and ring,
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FIRST GIRL
MALLO lero iss im bo nero!
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A MOUNTAIN SPINNING SONG
(A Young Girl sings it)
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WE wander now who marched before,
Hawking our bran from door to door,
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MAVOURNEEN, we'll go far away
From the net of the crooked town
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I HEARD in the night the pigeons
Stirring within their nest:
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AND that was when the chevaldour
Through the whole of night
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THE Thrush, the Lark, and, chief, the Nightingale,
With one small bird whose name I do not ken,
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THE Wild Ass lounges, legs struck out
In vagrom unconcern:
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OVER old walls the Laburnums
hang cones of fire;
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WE'VE watched the starlings flocking past the statues
That we have often seen in other cities
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IN woods remote, hid in the mountain hollows,
Doves there are that have a gentler beauty,
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You had the prose of logic and of scorn,
And words to sledge an iron argument,
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THEY have hanged Roger Casement to the tolling
of a bell,
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I DREAMT my friend had come into the room
Where I had chided him for tasks delayed,
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I AM sitting here
Since the moon rose in the night,
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ONE day you'll come to my husband's door,
Dermoit Donn MacMorna,
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