The Poems
Every poem W. B. Yeats published, from Crossways (1889) to Last Poems (1939). The poems to 1929 are here in full; the later ones have notes now and their text as it comes out of US copyright.
- The Song of the Happy Shepherd(reading available)The woods of Arcady are dead,
- The Sad Shepherd(reading available)There was a man whom Sorrow named his friend
- The Cloak, the Boat, and the Shoes(reading available)"What do you make so fair and bright?"
- Anashuya and Vijaya(reading available)Send peace on all the lands and flickering corn.
- The Indian upon God(reading available)I passed along the water's edge below the humid trees,
- The Indian to his Love(reading available)The island dreams under the dawn
- The Falling of the Leaves(reading available)Autumn is over the long leaves that love us,
- Ephemera(reading available)"Your eyes that once were never weary of mine
- The Madness of King Goll(reading available)I sat on cushioned otter skin:
- The Stolen Child(reading available)Where dips the rocky highland
- To an Isle in the Water(reading available)Shy one, shy one,
- Down by the Salley Gardens(reading available)Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet;
- The Meditation of the Old Fisherman(reading available)You waves, though you dance by my feet like children at play,
- The Ballad of Father O'Hart(reading available)Good Father John O'Hart
- The Ballad of Moll Magee(reading available)Come round me, little childer;
- The Ballad of the Foxhunter(reading available)"Lay me in a cushioned chair;
- To the Rose upon the Rood of Time(reading available)Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days!
- Fergus and the Druid(reading available)The whole day have I followed in the rocks,
- Cuchulain's Fight with the Sea(reading available)A man came slowly from the setting sun,
- The Rose of the World(reading available)Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?
- The Rose of Peace(reading available)If Michael, leader of God's host
- The Rose of Battle(reading available)Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
- A Faery Song(reading available)We who are old, old and gay,
- The Lake Isle of Innisfree(reading available)LCI will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
- A Cradle Song(reading available)The angels are stooping
- The Pity of Love(reading available)A pity beyond all telling
- The Sorrow of Love(reading available)The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves,
- When You are Old(reading available)When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
- The White Birds(reading available)I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
- A Dream of Death(reading available)I dreamed that one had died in a strange place
- The Countess Cathleen in Paradise(reading available)All the heavy days are over;
- Who goes with Fergus?(reading available)Who will go drive with Fergus now,
- The Man who dreamed of Faeryland(reading available)He stood among a crowd at Drumahair;
- The Dedication to a Book of Stories selected from the Irish Novelists(reading available)There was a green branch hung with many a bell
- The Lamentation of the Old Pensioner(reading available)Although I shelter from the rain
- The Ballad of Father Gilligan(reading available)The old priest Peter Gilligan
- The Two Trees(reading available)Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,
- To Some I have Talked with by the Fire(reading available)While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes,
- To Ireland in the Coming Times(reading available)Know, that I would accounted be
The Wind Among the Reeds (1899) · 37 poems
View all- The Hosting of the Sidhe(reading available)The host is riding from Knocknarea
- The Everlasting Voices(reading available)O sweet everlasting Voices, be still;
- The Moods(reading available)Time drops in decay,
- The Lover tells of the Rose in his Heart(reading available)All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
- The Host of the Air(reading available)O'Driscoll drove with a song
- The Fish(reading available)Although you hide in the ebb and flow
- The Unappeasable HostThe Danaan children laugh, in cradles of wrought gold,
- Into the Twilight(reading available)Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,
- The Song of Wandering Aengus(reading available)I went out to the hazel wood,
- The Song of the Old Mother(reading available)I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow
- The Heart of the Woman(reading available)O what to me the little room
- The Lover mourns for the Loss of Love(reading available)Pale brows, still hands and dim hair,
- He mourns for the Change that has come upon Him and his Beloved, and longs for the End of the World(reading available)Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns!
- He bids his Beloved be at Peace(reading available)I hear the Shadowy Horses, their long manes a-shake,
- He reproves the Curlew(reading available)O curlew, cry no more in the air,
- He remembers forgotten Beauty(reading available)When my arms wrap you round I press
- A Poet to his Beloved(reading available)I bring you with reverent hands
- He gives his Beloved certain Rhymes(reading available)Fasten your hair with a golden pin,
- To his Heart, bidding it have no Fear(reading available)Be you still, be you still, trembling heart;
- The Cap and Bells(reading available)The jester walked in the garden:
- The Valley of the Black Pig(reading available)The dews drop slowly and dreams gather: unknown spears
- The Lover asks Forgiveness because of his Many Moods(reading available)If this importunate heart trouble your peace
- He tells of a Valley full of Lovers(reading available)I dreamed that I stood in a valley, and amid sighs,
- He tells of the Perfect Beauty(reading available)O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes,
- He hears the Cry of the Sedge(reading available)I wander by the edge
- He thinks of those who have Spoken Evil of his Beloved(reading available)Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair,
- The Blessed(reading available)Cumhal called out, bending his head,
- The Secret Rose(reading available)Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
- Maid Quiet(reading available)Where has Maid Quiet gone to,
- The Travail of Passion(reading available)When the flaming lute-thronged angelic door is wide;
- The Lover pleads with his Friend for Old Friends(reading available)Though you are in your shining days,
- The Lover speaks to the Hearers of his Songs in Coming DaysO women, kneeling by your altar rails long hence,
- The Poet pleads with the Elemental Powers(reading available)The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows
- He wishes his Beloved were Dead(reading available)Were you but lying cold and dead,
- He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven(reading available)Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
- He thinks of his Past Greatness when a Part of the Constellations of Heaven(reading available)I have drunk ale from the Country of the Young
- The Fiddler of Dooney(reading available)When I play on my fiddle in Dooney,
In the Seven Woods (1903) · 14 poems
View all- In the Seven Woods(reading available)I have heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
- The Arrow(reading available)I thought of your beauty, and this arrow,
- The Folly of being Comforted(reading available)One that is ever kind said yesterday:
- Old Memory(reading available)O thought, fly to her when the end of day
- Never give all the Heart(reading available)Never give all the heart, for love
- The Withering of the Boughs(reading available)I cried when the moon was murmuring to the birds:
- Adam's Curse(reading available)We sat together at one summer's end,
- Red Hanrahan's Song about Ireland(reading available)The old brown thorn trees break in two high over Cummen Strand
- The Old Men admiring Themselves in the Water(reading available)I heard the old, old men say,
- Under the Moon(reading available)I have no happiness in dreaming of Brycelinde,
- The Ragged Wood(reading available)O hurry where by water among the trees,
- O do not Love Too Long(reading available)Sweetheart, do not love too long:
- The Players ask for a Blessing on the Psalteries and on Themselves(reading available)Hurry to bless the hands that play,
- The Happy Townland(reading available)From the play of The Country of the Young.
The Green Helmet and Other Poems (1910) · 21 poems
View all- His Dream(reading available)I swayed upon the gaudy stern
- A Woman Homer sung(reading available)If any man drew near
- WordsI had this thought awhile ago,
- No Second Troy(reading available)Why should I blame her that she filled my days
- Reconciliation(reading available)Some may have blamed you that you took away
- King and no King(reading available)"Would it were anything but merely voice!"
- Peace(reading available)Ah, that Time could touch a form
- Against Unworthy Praise(reading available)O heart, be at peace, because
- The Fascination of What's Difficult(reading available)The fascination of what's difficult
- A Drinking Song(reading available)Wine comes in at the mouth
- The Coming of Wisdom with Time(reading available)Though leaves are many, the root is one;
- On hearing that the Students of our New University have joined the Agitation against Immoral LiteratureWhere, where but here have Pride and Truth,
- To a Poet, who would have me Praise certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and Mine(reading available)You say, as I have often given tongue
- The Mask(reading available)"Put off that mask of burning gold
- Upon a House shaken by the Land Agitation(reading available)How should the world be luckier if this house,
- At the Abbey Theatre(reading available)Dear Craoibhin Aoibhin, look into our case.
- These are the Clouds(reading available)These are the clouds about the fallen sun,
- At Galway Races(reading available)There where the course is,
- A Friend's Illness(reading available)Sickness brought me this
- All Things can tempt Me(reading available)All things can tempt me from this craft of verse:
- Brown Penny(reading available)I whispered, "I am too young."
Responsibilities (1914) · 31 poems
View all- Introductory Rhymes(reading available)Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain
- The Grey Rock(reading available)Poets with whom I learned my trade,
- To a Wealthy Man who promised a Second Subscription to the Dublin Municipal Gallery if it were proved the People wanted Pictures(reading available)You gave, but will not give again
- September 1913(reading available)LCWhat need you, being come to sense,
- To a Friend whose Work has come to Nothing(reading available)Now all the truth is out,
- Paudeen(reading available)Indignant at the fumbling wits, the obscure spite
- To a Shade(reading available)If you have revisited the town, thin Shade,
- When Helen lived(reading available)We have cried in our despair
- On those that hated 'The Playboy of the Western World', 1907(reading available)Once, when midnight smote the air,
- The Three Beggars(reading available)"Though to my feathers in the wet,
- The Three Hermits(reading available)Three old hermits took the air
- Beggar to Beggar cried(reading available)"Time to put off the world and go somewhere
- Running to Paradise(reading available)As I came over Windy Gap
- The Hour before Dawn(reading available)A cursing rogue with a merry face,
- A Song from 'The Player Queen'My mother dandled me and sang,
- The Realists(reading available)Hope that you may understand!
- The Witch(reading available)Toil, and grow rich,
- The Peacock(reading available)What's riches to him
- The Mountain Tomb(reading available)Pour wine and dance if Manhood still have pride,
- To a Child dancing in the Wind(reading available)Dance there upon the shore;
- Two Years LaterHas no one said those daring
- A Memory of Youth(reading available)The moments passed as at a play,
- Fallen Majesty(reading available)Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face,
- Friends(reading available)Now must I these three praise
- The Cold Heaven(reading available)Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting Heaven
- That the Night come(reading available)She lived in storm and strife,
- An Appointment(reading available)Being out of heart with government
- The Magi(reading available)Now as at all times I can see in the mind's eye,
- The Dolls(reading available)A doll in the doll-maker's house
- A Coat(reading available)I made my song a coat
- Closing RhymeWhile I, from that reed-throated whisperer
The Wild Swans at Coole (1917) · 46 poems
View all- The Wild Swans at Coole(reading available)LCThe trees are in their autumn beauty,
- In Memory of Major Robert Gregory(reading available)Now that we're almost settled in our house
- An Irish Airman foresees his Death(reading available)LCI know that I shall meet my fate
- Men improve with the Years(reading available)I am worn out with dreams;
- The Collar-bone of a Hare(reading available)Would I could cast a sail on the water
- Under the Round Tower(reading available)"Although I'd lie lapped up in linen
- Solomon to Sheba(reading available)Sang Solomon to Sheba,
- The Living Beauty(reading available)I'll say and maybe dream I have drawn content
- A Song(reading available)I thought no more was needed
- To a Young Beauty(reading available)Dear fellow-artist, why so free
- To a Young Girl(reading available)My dear, my dear, I know
- The Scholars(reading available)Bald heads forgetful of their sins,
- Tom O'Roughley(reading available)"Though logic choppers rule the town,
- Shepherd and Goatherd(reading available)That cry's from the first cuckoo of the year.
- Lines written in Dejection(reading available)When have I last looked on
- The Dawn(reading available)I would be ignorant as the dawn
- On Woman(reading available)May God be praised for woman
- The Fisherman(reading available)Although I can see him still
- The Hawk(reading available)"Call down the hawk from the air;
- Memory(reading available)One had a lovely face,
- Her Praise(reading available)She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.
- The People(reading available)"What have I earned for all that work," I said,
- His Phoenix(reading available)There is a queen in China, or maybe it's in Spain,
- A Thought from Propertius(reading available)She might, so noble from head
- Broken Dreams(reading available)There is grey in your hair.
- A Deep-sworn Vow(reading available)Others because you did not keep
- Presences(reading available)This night has been so strange that it seemed
- The Balloon of the Mind(reading available)Hands, do what you're bid;
- To a Squirrel at Kyle-na-no(reading available)Come play with me;
- On being asked for a War Poem(reading available)I think it better that in times like these
- In Memory of Alfred Pollexfen(reading available)Five-and-twenty years have gone
- Her CourtesyWith the old kindness, the old distinguished grace
- Certain Artists bring her Dolls and DrawingsBring where our Beauty lies
- She turns the Dolls' Faces to the WallBecause to-day is some religious festival
- The End of DayShe is playing like a child
- Her RaceShe has not grown uncivil
- Her CourageWhen her soul flies to the predestined dancing-place
- Her Friends bring her a Christmas TreePardon great enemy,
- Ego Dominus Tuus(reading available)On the grey sand beside the shallow stream
- A Prayer on going into my House(reading available)God grant a blessing on this tower and cottage
- The Phases of the Moon(reading available)An old man cocked his ear upon a bridge;
- The Cat and the Moon(reading available)The cat went here and there
- The Saint and the Hunchback(reading available)Stand up and lift your hand and bless
- Two Songs of a Fool(reading available)A speckled cat and a tame hare
- Another Song of a Fool(reading available)This great purple butterfly,
- The Double Vision of Michael Robartes(reading available)On the grey rock of Cashel the mind's eye
Michael Robartes and the Dancer (1921) · 15 poems
View all- Michael Robartes and the Dancer(reading available)Opinion is not worth a rush;
- Solomon and the Witch(reading available)And thus declared that Arab lady:
- An Image from a Past Life(reading available)Never until this night have I been stirred.
- Under Saturn(reading available)Do not because this day I have grown saturnine
- Easter, 1916(reading available)LCI have met them at close of day
- Sixteen Dead Men(reading available)O but we talked at large before
- The Rose Tree(reading available)"O words are lightly spoken,"
- On a Political Prisoner(reading available)She that but little patience knew,
- The Leaders of the Crowd(reading available)They must to keep their certainty accuse
- Towards Break of Day(reading available)Was it the double of my dream
- Demon and Beast(reading available)For certain minutes at the least
- The Second Coming(reading available)LCTurning and turning in the widening gyre
- A Prayer for my Daughter(reading available)Once more the storm is howling and half hid
- A Meditation in Time of War(reading available)For one throb of the Artery,
- To be Carved on a Stone at Thoor BallyleeI, the poet William Yeats,
- Sailing to Byzantium(reading available)LCThat is no country for old men. The young
- The Tower(reading available)What shall I do with this absurdity
- Meditations in Time of Civil War(reading available)LCSurely among a rich man's flowering lawns,
- Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen(reading available)Many ingenious lovely things are gone
- The Wheel(reading available)Through winter-time we call on spring,
- Youth and Age(reading available)Much did I rage when young,
- The New Faces(reading available)If you, that have grown old, were the first dead,
- A Prayer for my Son(reading available)Bid a strong ghost stand at the head
- Two Songs from a Play(reading available)These songs are sung by the Chorus in a play that has for its theme
- FragmentsLocke sank into a swoon;
- Leda and the Swan(reading available)A sudden blow: the great wings beating still
- On a Picture of a Black Centaur by Edmund DulacYour hooves have stamped at the black margin of the wood,
- Among School Children(reading available)I walk through the long schoolroom questioning,
- Colonus' Praise(reading available)Come praise Colonus' horses and come praise
- Wisdom(reading available)The true faith discovered was
- The Hero, the Girl, and the FoolWhen all works that have
- Owen Aherne and his DancersA strange thing surely that my heart when love had come unsought
- First LoveThough nurtured like the sailing moon
- Human DignityLike the moon her kindness is,
- The MermaidA mermaid found a swimming lad,
- The Death of the HareI have pointed out the yelling pack,
- The Empty CupA crazy man that found a cup,
- His MemoriesWe should be hidden from their eyes,
- The Friends of his YouthLaughter not time destroyed my voice
- Summer and SpringWe sat under an old thorn-tree
- The Secrets of the OldI have old women's secrets now
- His WildnessO bid me mount and sail up there
- From 'Oedipus at Colonus'(reading available)Endure what life God gives and ask no longer span;
- The Three Monuments(reading available)They hold their public meetings where
- All Souls' Night(reading available)Midnight has come and the great Christ Church Bell,
The Winding Stair and Other Poems (1933) · 64 poems
View all- In Memory of Eva Gore-Booth and Con MarkiewiczLCThe light of evening, Lissadell,
- DeathNor dread nor hope attend
- A Dialogue of Self and SoulI summon to the winding ancient stair;
- Blood and the Moon(reading available)Blessed be this place,
- Oil and Blood(reading available)In tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
- Veronica's NapkinThe Heavenly Circuit; Berenice's Hair;
- SymbolsA storm-beaten old watch-tower,
- Spilt MilkWe that have done and thought,
- The Nineteenth Century and AfterThough the great song return no more
- Statistics'Those Platonists are a curse,' he said,
- Three MovementsShakespearean fish swam the sea, far away from land;
- The Seven SagesMy great-grandfather spoke to Edmund Burke
- The Crazed MoonCrazed through much child-bearing
- Coole Park, 1929I meditate upon a swallow's flight,
- Coole Park and Ballylee, 1931Under my window-ledge the waters race,
- For Anne Gregory'Never shall a young man,
- Swift's EpitaphLCSwift has sailed into his rest;
- At Algeciras - a Meditation upon DeathThe heron-billed pale cattle-birds
- The ChoiceThe intellect of man is forced to choose
- Mohini ChatterjeeI asked if I should pray,
- ByzantiumThe unpurged images of day recede;
- The Mother of GodThe three-fold terror of love; a fallen flare
- VacillationBetween extremities
- Quarrel in Old AgeWhere had her sweetness gone?
- The Results of ThoughtAcquaintance; companion;
- Gratitude to the Unknown InstructorsWhat they undertook to do
- Remorse for Intemperate SpeechI ranted to the knave and fool,
- Stream and Sun at GlendaloughThrough intricate motions ran
- Crazy Jane and the BishopBring me to the blasted oak
- Crazy Jane ReprovedI care not what the sailors say:
- Crazy Jane on the Day of Judgment'Love is all
- Crazy Jane and Jack the JourneymanI know, although when looks meet
- Crazy Jane on GodThat lover of a night
- Crazy Jane talks with the BishopI met the Bishop on the road
- Crazy Jane grown old looks at the DancersI found that ivory image there
- Girl's SongI went out alone
- Young Man's Song'She will change,' I cried,
- Her AnxietyEarth in beauty dressed
- His ConfidenceUndying love to buy
- Love's LonelinessOld fathers, great-grandfathers,
- Her DreamI dreamed as in my bed I lay,
- His BargainWho talks of Plato's spindle;
- Three Things'O cruel Death, give three things back,'
- LullabyBeloved, may your sleep be sound
- After Long SilenceSpeech after long silence; it is right,
- Mad as the Mist and SnowBolt and bar the shutter,
- Those Dancing Days are goneCome, let me sing into your ear;
- 'I am of Ireland''I am of Ireland,
- The Dancer at Cruachan and Cro-PatrickI, proclaiming that there is
- Tom the LunaticSang old Tom the lunatic
- Tom at CruachanOn Cruachan's plain slept he
- Old Tom againThings out of perfection sail,
- The Delphic Oracle upon PlotinusBehold that great Plotinus swim
- Father and ChildShe hears me strike the board and say
- Before the World was madeIf I make the lashes dark
- A First ConfessionI admit the briar
- Her TriumphI did the dragon's will until you came
- ConsolationO but there is wisdom
- ChosenThe lot of love is chosen. I learnt that much
- PartingDear, I must be gone
- Her Vision in the WoodDry timber under that rich foliage,
- A Last ConfessionWhat lively lad most pleasured me
- MeetingHidden by old age awhile
- From the 'Antigone'Overcome - O bitter sweetness,
A Full Moon in March (1935) · 18 poems
View all- Parnell's FuneralUnder the Great Comedian's tomb the crowd.
- Three Songs to the Same TuneGrandfather sang it under the gallows:
- Alternative Song for the Severed Head in 'The King of the Great Clock Tower'Saddle and ride, I heard a man say,
- Two Songs Rewritten for the Tune's SakeMy Paistin Finn is my sole desire,
- A Prayer for Old AgeGod guard me from those thoughts men think
- Church and StateHere is fresh matter, poet,
- Ribh at the Tomb of Baile and AillinnBecause you have found me in the pitch-dark night
- Ribh denounces PatrickAn abstract Greek absurdity has crazed the man
- Ribh in EcstasyWhat matter that you understood no word!
- ThereThere all the barrel-hoops are knit,
- Ribh considers Christian Love insufficientWhy should I seek for love or study it?
- He and SheAs the moon sidles up
- What Magic Drum?He holds him from desire, all but stops his breathing lest
- Whence had they Come?Eternity is passion, girl or boy
- The Four Ages of ManHe with body waged a fight,
- ConjunctionsIf Jupiter and Saturn meet,
- A Needle's EyeAll the stream that's roaring by
- MeruCivilisation is hooped together, brought
- The GyresThe gyres! the gyres! Old Rocky Face, look forth;
- Lapis LazuliI have heard that hysterical women say
- Imitated from the JapaneseA most astonishing thing
- Sweet DancerThe girl goes dancing there
- The Three BushesSaid lady once to lover,
- The Lady's First SongI turn round
- The Lady's Second SongWhat sort of man is coming
- The Lady's Third SongWhen you and my true lover meet
- The Lover's SongBird sighs for the air,
- The Chambermaid's First SongHow came this ranger
- The Chambermaid's Second SongFrom pleasure of the bed,
- An Acre of GrassLCPicture and book remain,
- What Then?His chosen comrades thought at school
- Beautiful Lofty ThingsBeautiful lofty things: O'Leary's noble head;
- A Crazed GirlThat crazed girl improvising her music,
- To Dorothy WellesleyStretch towards the moonless midnight of the trees,
- The Curse of CromwellYou ask what I have found, and far and wide I go:
- Roger CasementI say that Roger Casement
- The Ghost of Roger CasementO what has made that sudden noise?
- The O'RahillySing of the O'Rahilly,
- Come Gather Round Me, ParnellitesCome gather round me, Parnellites,
- The Wild Old Wicked Man'Because I am mad about women
- The Great DayHurrah for revolution and more cannon-shot!
- ParnellParnell came down the road, he said to a cheering man:
- What was LostI sing what was lost and dread what was won,
- The SpurYou think it horrible that lust and rage
- A Drunken Man's Praise of SobrietyCome swish around, my pretty punk,
- The PilgrimI fasted for some forty days on bread and buttermilk,
- Colonel MartinThe Colonel went out sailing,
- A Model for the LaureateOn thrones from China to Peru
- The Old Stone CrossA statesman is an easy man,
- The Spirit MediumPoetry, music, I have loved, and yet
- Those ImagesWhat if I bade you leave
- The Municipal Gallery RevisitedAround me the images of thirty years:
- Are You Content?I call on those that call me son,
Last Poems (1939) · 22 poems
View all- Three Songs to the One BurdenThe Roaring Tinker if you like,
- In Tara's HallsA man I praise that once in Tara's Halls
- The StatuesPythagoras planned it. Why did the people stare?
- News for the Delphic OracleThere all the golden codgers lay,
- Three Marching SongsRemember all those renowned generations,
- Long-legged FlyThat civilisation may not sink,
- A Bronze HeadHere at right of the entrance this bronze head,
- A Stick of IncenseWhence did all that fury come?
- John Kinsella's Lament for Mrs. Mary MooreA bloody and a sudden end,
- Hound VoiceBecause we love bare hills and stunted trees
- High TalkProcessions that lack high stilts have nothing that catches the eye.
- The ApparitionsBecause there is safety in derision
- A NativityWhat woman hugs her infant there?
- Why should not Old Men be Mad?Why should not old men be mad?
- The Statesman's HolidayI lived among great houses,
- Crazy Jane on the MountainI am tired of cursing the Bishop,
- The Circus Animals' DesertionI sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
- PoliticsLCHow can I, that girl standing there,
- The Man and the EchoIn a cleft that's christened Alt
- Cuchulain ComfortedA man that had six mortal wounds, a man
- The Black TowerSay that the men of the old black tower,
- Under Ben BulbenLCSwear by what the sages spoke
Narrative and Dramatic Poems · 7 poems
View all- The Wanderings of OisinYou who are bent, and bald, and blind,
- The Old Age of Queen MaeveMaeve the great queen was pacing to and fro,
- Baile and AillinnI hardly hear the curlew cry,
- The Shadowy Waters (Introductory Lines)I walked among the seven woods of Coole,
- The Harp of AengusEdain came out of Midher's hill, and lay
- The Two Kings(reading available)King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood
- The Gift of Harun Al-Rashid(reading available)Kusta ben Luka is my name, I write
Early and uncollected poems · 33 poems
View all- Song of the FaeriesA man has a hope for heaven,
- Love and DeathBehold the flashing waters,
- The SeekerHeavy with wool the sheep are gathered in,
- In a Drawing-RoomAround the twitter of the lips of dust
- LifeThe child pursuing lizards in the grass,
- The Two TitansThe vision of a rock where lightnings whirl'd
- On Mr. Nettleship's Picture at the Royal Hibernian AcademyYonder the sickle of the moon sails on,
- RemembranceRemembering thee, I search out these faint flowers
- Love SongMy love, we will go, we will go, I and you,
- In ChurchShe prays for father, mother dear,
- A Summer EveningThe living woods forego their care,
- In the FirelightCome and dream of kings and kingdoms,
- Where My Books Go(reading available)All the words that I gather,
- The Lamentation of the Old PensionerI had a chair at every hearth,
- The Danaan Quicken TreeBeloved, hear my bitter tale!
- Wisdom and DreamsI pray that I ever be weaving
- Time and the Witch VivienWhere moves there any beautiful as I,
- Kanva on HimselfNow wherefore hast thou tears innumerous?
- The Phantom ShipFlames the shuttle of the lightning across the driving sleet,
- A Lover's Quarrel Among the FairiesDo not fear us, earthly maid!
- How Ferencz Renyi Kept SilentWe, too, have seen our bravest and our best
- The Fairy DoctorThe fairy doctor comes our way
- The Priest and the FairyUnto the heart of the woodland straying,
- The Fairy PedantAfar from our lawn and our levee,
- She Who Dwelt Among the SycamoresA little boy outside the sycamore wood
- A LegendThe Maker of the stars and worlds
- Street DancersSinging in this London street
- Quatrains and AphorismsThe child who chases lizards in the grass,
- When You Are SadWhen you are sad,
- A Song of the Rosy CrossHe who measures gain and loss,
- The Friends That Have It I Do WrongThe friends that have it I do wrong
- Accursed Who Brings to Light of DayAccursed who brings to light of day
- The Well and the Tree(reading available)"The Man that I praise,"
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