James Stephens Poems
- Check The night was creeping on the ground; She crept and ...
- In The Poppy Field Mad Patsy said, he said to me, That every...
- The Snare I hear a sudden cry of pain! There is a rabbit in ...
- Hate My enemy came nigh, And I Stared fiercely in his ...
- The Ancient Elf I am the maker, The builder, the ...
- The Daisies In the scented bud of the morning—O, When the ...
- I Heard A Bird At Dawn I heard a bird at dawn Singing ...
James Stephens was an Irish novelist and poet.
James Stephens produced many retellings of Irish myths and fairy tales. His retellings are marked by a rare combination of humor and lyricism (Deirdre, and Irish Fairy Tales are often especially praise). He also wrote several original novels (Crock of Gold, Etched in Moonlight, Demi-Gods) based loosely on Irish fairy tales. "Crock of Gold," in particular, achieved enduring popularity and was reprinted frequently throughout the author's lifetime.
Stephens began his career as a poet with the tutelage of "Æ" (George William Russell). His first book of poems, "Insurrections," was published during ... more »
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The night was creeping on the ground;
She crept and did not make a sound
Until she reached the tree, and then
She covered it, and sole again
Along the grass beside the wall.
I heard the rustle of her shawl
As she threw blackness everywhere
Upon the sky and ground and air,
And in the room where I was hid:
But no matter what she did
To everything that was without,
She could not put my candle out.
So I stared at the night, and she
Stared back solemnly at me.