Bolt and bar the shutter,
For the foul winds blow:
Our minds are at their best this night,
And I seem to know
...
I have pointed out the yelling pack,
The hare leap to the wood,
And when I pass a compliment
Rejoice as lover should
...
Like the moon her kindness is,
If kindness I may call
What has no comprehension in't,
But is the same for all
...
'She will change,' I cried.
'Into a withered crone.'
The heart in my side,
That so still had lain,
...
All the words that I utter,
And all the words that I write,
Must spread out their wings untiring,
And never rest in their flight,
...
THERE is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath
When you are passing;
...
The old priest Peter Gilligan
Was weary night and day
For half his flock were in their beds
Or under green sods lay.
...
WHAT woman hugs her infant there?
Another star has shot an ear.
...
BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
...
SURELY among a rich man s flowering lawns,
Amid the rustle of his planted hills,
Life overflows without ambitious pains;
And rains down life until the basin spills,
...