A little dog disturbed my trust in Heaven. I praised most faithfully All the great things that be, Man's pain and pleasure even, I said though hard this weighing Of pains and tears and praying...
Deep in the moving depths Of yellow wine, I swore I'd drown your face, O love of mine; All clad in yellow hue, So fair to see, You crouched within my cup And laughed at me. ...
Who knocks at the Geraldine's door to-night In the black storm and the rain? With the thunder crash and the shrieking wind Comes the moan of a creature's pain.
'There is one at the door, Wolfe O'Driscoll, At the door, who is bidding you come!' 'Who is he that wakes me in the darkness, Calling when all the world's dumb?'
I go through wet spring woods alone, Through sweet green woods with heart of stone, My weary foot upon the grass Falls heavy as I pass. The cuckoo from the distance cries,...