I hardly hear the curlew cry,
Nor the grey rush when the wind is high,
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A Dramatic Poem
The deck of an ancient ship. At the right of the stage is the mast,
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Civilisation is hooped together, brought
Under a rule, under the semblance of peace
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Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
In their stiff, painted clothes, the pale unsatisfied ones
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I GRANDFATHER sang it under the gallows:
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I LIVED among great houses,
Riches drove out rank,
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PARNELL'S FUNERAL
UNDER the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.
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I MEDITATE upon a swallow's flight,
Upon a aged woman and her house,
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KUSTA BEN LUKA is my name, I write To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-roysterer once,
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IF you, that have grown old, were the first dead,
Neither catalpa tree nor scented lime
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Between extremities
Man runs his course;
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A BLOODY and a sudden end,
Gunshot or a noose,
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I FASTED for some forty days on bread and buttermilk,
For passing round the bottle with girls in rags or silk,
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Things out of perfection sail,
And all their swelling canvas wear,
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THE Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows
Have pulled the Immortal Rose;
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Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair,
And dream about the great and their pride;
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Why should not old men be mad?
Some have known a likely lad
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On Cruachan's plain slept he
That must sing in a rhyme
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A STRANGE thing surely that my Heart, when love had come unsought
Upon the Norman upland or in that poplar shade,
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i{Hunchback.} Stand up and lift your hand and bless
A man that finds great bitterness
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Saddle and ride, I heard a man say,
Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea,
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I, proclaiming that there is
Among birds or beasts or men
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i{Man}
IN a cleft that's christened Alt
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Who talks of Plato's spindle;
What set it whirling round?
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THE Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
And clap their hands together, and half close their eyes,
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i{Chorus.} Come praise Colonus' horses, and come praise
The wine-dark of the wood's intricacies,
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Scene: A circle of Druidic stones
First Fairy: Afar from our lawn and our levee,
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Shepherd. That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year.
I wished before it ceased.
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CUMHAL called out, bending his head,
Till Dathi came and stood,
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Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain
Somewhere in ear-shot for the story's end,
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