ONCE I loved a maiden fair,
Over the hills and jar away,
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IT'S my fear that my wake won't be quiet,
Nor my wake house a silent place :
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O men from the fields,
Come gently within.
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To Meath of the pastures,
From wet hills by the sea,
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ERE Beowulf's song
Was heard from the ships,
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MY eyelids red and heavy arc
With bending o'er the smold'ring peat.
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NOR right, nor left, nor any road I see a comrade face,
Nor word to lift the heart in me I hear in any place;
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THE stir of children with fresh dresses on,
And men who meet and say unguarded words,
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"BELOW there are white-faced throngs,
Their march is a tide coming Higher;
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FROM THE IRISH
I’d bring you these for dowry
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THE fiddles were playing and playing,
The couples were out on the floor;
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A HUNDRED men think I am theirs when with them I
drink ale,
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You stay for a while beside me with your beauty young and rare,
Though your light limbs are as limber as the foal's that follows the
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As I went down through Dublin city
At the hour of twelve of the night,
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O, to have a little house!
To own the hearth and stool and all!
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MOULD-COLOURED like the leaf long fallen from
The autumn branch, he rises now, the Fish.
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I. THE PARROT AND THE FALCON
MY Afghan poet-friend
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"I KNOW where I'd get
An ass that would do,
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ABOVE me stand, worn from their ancient use,
The King's, the Bishop's, and the Warrior's house,
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THOROUGH waters, thorough nations I have come
To lay last offerings at your low abode,
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IN broad daylight
He should not be:
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"Lost," "lost," the beeves and the bullocks,
The cattle men sell and buy,
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WITH sapphire for her crown,
And with the Libyan wine
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How great a front is thine
A lake of majesty!
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SOJOURNER, set down
Your skimming wheel;
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WHY do I look for fire to brand these foals?
What do I need, when all within is fire?
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NOT as a woman of the English weeping over a lord of the
English
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I. CONDORS FLYING
WE watched the Condors winging towards the Moon,
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I KNOW you, Crane:
I, too, have waited,
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THEN, suddenly, I was aware indeed
Of what he said, and was revolving it:
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