Since your limbs were laid out The stars do not shine, The fish leap not out In the waves. On our meadows the dew Does not fall in the morn, For O'Daly is dead: Not a flower can be born,...
The leaves are fresh after the rain, The air is cool and clear, The sun is shining warm again, The sparrows hopping in the lane Are brisk and full of cheer.
A speck went blowing up against the sky As little as a leaf: then it drew near And broadened. "It's a bird," said I, And fetched my bow and arrows. It was queer! It grew up from a speck into a blot,...
Behind the hill I met a man in green Who asked me if my mother had gone out? I said she had. He asked me had I seen His castle where the people sing and shout From dawn to dark, and told me that he had...
We thought at first, this man is a king for sure, Or the branch of a mighty and ancient and famous lineage, That silly, sulky, illiterate, black-avised boor Who was hatched by foreign vulgarity under a hedge....
The sun is always in the sky Whenever I get out of bed, And I often wonder why It's never late., My sister said She did not know who did the trick, And that she did not care a bit,...
Do not marry, Breed, asthore! That old man whose head is hoar As the winter, but instead Mate with some young curly-head; He will give to you a child,...
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 stole again Along the grass beside the wall. ...
When the bright eyes of the day Open on the dusk, to see Mist and shadow fade away And the sun shine merrily, Then I leave my bed and run Out to frolic in the sun. ...