XML PDF MEMORY. The roses are born and the roses die,But they live again as do you and I,In the heart and the dreams…
XML PDF A LYKE-WAKE DIRGE. This ae nighte, this ae nighte, Everie nighte and alle,Fire, and sleete, and candle-lighte, And Christe receive thy sauie. When thou…
XML PDF CUP AND BALL. Between passing of night and birth of morn, When the pale stars close their eyes,Each moment new beauty and magic…
XML PDF THE VIOLET. ONE night,When breezes and mists were grey with one sad memory(The stars had lost their way to their posts)I stood…
XML TABLE OF CONTENTS No. 10 Front Cover, by Pamela Colman Smith [i] Untitled [The wren! The wren!], by Jack B. Yeats 2 Illustration by Jack B.…
XML PDF RONDELET. Think, Love, of me.Far from thy side to-night;Think, Love, of me.So shall I absent seePictured upon the nightIn thy face Heaven’s…
XML PDF LINES TO THE EVENING STAR. Maiden, there is pent in theeWealth of mirth and melodyThat full oft amazes me. Th’ flavour of…
XML PDF THE GARDEN. A story was told to me in Shetland, and this is how it ran:— Once in Unst there lived a…
XML PDF THE DAWN SONG BY GERALD OF BORNELH. Englished by F. York Powell.Loquitur Vigilator— O King of Glory! Pure and very Light! Lord, if…
XML PDF “The wren! the wren!The king of all birds,St. Stephen’s Day was caught in the furze,So up with the kettle and down with…