The Lover Speaks To The Hearers Of His Songs In Coming Days
0 WOMEN, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence, When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer, And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song, Till the Attorney for Lost Souls cry her sweet cry, And.call to my beloved and me 'No longer fly Amid the hovering, piteouS, penitential throng.' ALL things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old, The cry of a child by the...
He Remembers Forgotten Beauty
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled In shadowy pools, when armies fled The love-tales wrought with silken thread By dreaming ladies upon cloth That has made fat the murderous moth The roses that of old time were Woven by ladies in their hair, The dew-cold lilies ladies bore Through many a sacred corridor Where such grey clouds of incense rose That only God's eyes did not close For that...
The Two Kings
KING EOCHAID came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen That with empounded cattle trod the mire, And where beech-trees had mixed a pale green light With the ground-ivy's blue, he saw a stag Whiter than curds, its eyes the tint of the sea. Because it stood upon his path and seemed More hands in height than any stag in the world He sat with tightened rein and loosened mouth Upon his trembling horse, then drove the spur But the stag stooped and ran at him, and passed,...