The best of her work will not perish with the “vanished argosies, and all the flotsam of unthrifty Time.”[1] And it is to be hoped that one day her poems will be collected and given to the world together: those from “With the Wild Geese,” and those from “The Point of View,” the little volume printed for the benefit of the Galway fishermen, which contains so much of her intimate thought; as well as these latest songs which she herself desired should be privately published. She had just finished revising them when the pen dropped from her hand.

[1] “The Point of View” (“Of the Value of Masterpieces”).

Edith Sichel.

CONTENTS

PAGE
THE INALIENABLE HERITAGE, I.[3]
II. YET WHEREFORE[7]
“THE THIRD TRUMPET”[15]
A BALLAD OF MEATH, MAY 1, 1654. IN THREE PARTS.
FROM THE BURREN, I. II.[23], [24]
RESURGENCE[26]
NIGHT SOUNDS[31]
TO A HURRYING STREAMLET[33]
IS IT LOVE? IS IT HATE?[34]
A REPROACH[35]
TO A FORGOTTEN TRITON[36]
TO THAT RARE AND DEEP-RED BURNET-MOTH ONLY TO BE MET
WITH IN THE BURREN[37]
A GARDEN[38]
A WAVE[40]
YET A LITTLE LONGER[41]
EVENING[42]
FROM A WESTERN SHOREWAY[43]
THE SHADOW ON THE SHORE[45]
A BOG-FILLED VALLEY[47]
A MIDNIGHT VISION[48]
VAGRANTS[49]
A SPHINX[50]
A PARALLEL[51]
MEMORIES[52]
EMIGRANTS[54]
WIDE IS THE SHANNON[57]
EIGHTEENTH CENTURY ECHOES[59]
THE AWAITED LEADER[61]
THE GAMBLERS[63]
A FAMINE CRY[64]
GONE![65]
WISHES[66]
TO A WOMAN SPINNING[67]
SPAIN[68]
SPAIN: A DRINKING SONG[69]
AFTERWORD[73]

THE INALIENABLE HERITAGE

I

I

From this loud noise of passing things,

These restless hours with ceaseless hum,