A doll in the doll-maker’s house Ah, that Time could touch a form All things can tempt me from this craft of verse Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face A one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed man As I came over Windy Gap Being out of heart with government Dance there upon the shore Dear Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our case Fascination of what’s difficult, The He said we might choose the subject for the lesson Hope that you may understand! How should the world be luckier if this house If any man drew near If you have revisited the town, thin Shade I had this thought awhile ago Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite I made my song a coat I swayed upon the gaudy stern I whispered, ‘I am too young’ King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Man that I praise, The Moments passed as at a play, The My mother dandled me and sang Now all the truth is out Now as at all times I can see in the mind’s eye Now must I these three praise O heart, be at peace, because Once, when midnight smote the air Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain Poets with whom I learned my trade Pour wine and dance if Manhood still have pride Put off that mask of burning gold She lived in storm and strife Sickness brought me this Some may have blamed you that you took away Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven There where the course is These are the clouds about the fallen sun Though leaves are many, the root is one Though to my feathers in the wet Three old hermits took the air Time to put off the world and go somewhere Toil and grow rich We have cried in our despair What need you, being come to sense What’s riches to him Where, where but here have Pride and Truth While I, from that reed-throated whisperer Why should I blame her that she filled my days Wine comes in at the mouth Would it were anything but merely voice! You gave but will not give again You say, as I have often given tongue
