قراءة كتاب Etain the Beloved, and Other Poems
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 9
lips
That they may speak!
Long days that shine,
Or richly weep;
The dreamful mine
Of happy sleep,
Without thee, give
A slender part:
I need thy heart
That life may live!
Hear then my cry,
And hasten, sweet!
The world and I
Are incomplete;
Poor with all pelf;
Bound most when freed:
Thy Self I need,
To be my Self!
TREES IN WINTER
A SPRING CAPRICE BY A ROBIN
Rubato
| Who, on such a day of spring, Would be careful how he sing? Let the overflowing heart Get a start, Who shall care if no one knows How to find a perfect close To his strain, When the brain— Drunk with sun and hyacinth, Primroses and bursting oak, And the sower's puffs of smoke Over fields of brown— Stumbling down A melodious labyrinth, Somehow, nohow, finds a way out, Has his say out— And begins it all again, Caring nothing how he sing When the brain, Wild with Spring, Gives a start To his mad, melodious, overflowing heart? Kilcarberry, Wexford. |
A SPRING RONDEL BY A STARLING
| I clink my castanet, And beat my little drum; For spring at last has come, And on my parapet Of chestnut, gummy-wet, Where bees begin to hum, I clink my castanet, And beat my little drum. "Spring goes," you say, "suns set." So be it! Why be glum? Enough, the spring has come; And without fear or fret I clink my castanet, And beat my little drum. |
THE FAIRY RING
| Enfolded in the Fairy Ring My loved one sleeping lies, To simple souls a dreadful thing, For half a hundred eyes Peep out from where among the grass Floats up a magic lay To call the souls of all who pass, To fairyland away. But I who know her heart's desire, Fear neither spell nor frown; For not till fire shall stifle fire, Or water water drown, Or love hate love, can any harm In kindred hearts abide. Oh! she can combat charm with charm, My elfin-hearted bride! And ye, whose minds are set to win Fame's leaf or fortune's prize! Beware the spell that lurks within The circle of her eyes; For she has power to blow like straws Earth's baubles from the hand, And call the souls of all who pause, Away to fairyland. |
"LABORARE EST ORARE,"
A RONDEAU OF FIELD-LABOURERS
| "To labour is to pray." We heave The heavy clay; we dig and cleave; And knees and hands deep in the sod, Search out and shape the Will of God Creation's purpose to achieve. Slant showers may wound, sharp winds bereave— We lift no soiled and suppliant sleeve: (Sure God and Mary bless the rod:) To labour is to pray. And so we are content to leave Prayers for long-headed folk to weave. We work His Will in ear and pod; And when His harvest-eyes applaud, We know—what others but believe— To labour is to pray. Ballymore, Donegal. |
PARAPHRASES AND
INTERPRETATIONS
DAEDALUS AND ICARUS
The Builder of the Cretan Labyrinth and his Son