When twilight flutters the mountains over,
The faery lights from the earth unfold:
And over the caves enchanted hover
The giant heroes and gods of old.
The bird of æther its flaming pinions
Waves over earth the whole night long:
The stars drop down in their blue dominions
To hymn together their choral song.
The child of earth in his heart grows burning,
Mad for the night and the deep unknown;
His alien flame in a dream returning
Seats itself on the ancient throne.
When twilight over the mountains fluttered,
And night with its starry millions came,
I too had dreams: the songs I have uttered
Come from this heart that was touched by the flame.
CONTENTS
[The Divine Vision]
[The Gates of Dreamland]
[Freedom]
[The Master Singer]
[Remembrance]
[Dana]
[The Grey Eros]
[Rest]
[The Nuts of Knowledge]
[The Burning Glass]
[The Twilight of Earth]
[Night]
[The Morning Star]
[A Farewell]
[The Message]
[At One]
[The Well of All Healing]
[A New Being]
[A Call of the Sidhe]
[Love from Afar]
[Babylon]
[The Silence of Love]
[Aphrodite]
[Refuge]
[The Faces of Memory]
[The Secret Love]
[The Weaver of Souls]
[Transformation]
[Children of Lir]
[Light and Dark]
[Twilight by the Cabin]
[Beauty]
[The Vision of Love]
[A Memory]
[A Summer Night]
[Whom We Worship]
[Mistrust]
[The Dream]
[The Feast of Age]
[A Way Of Escape]
[Recall]
[The Voice of the Waters]
[In Connemara]
[An Irish Face]
[Hope in Failure]
[The Crown]
[The Everlasting Battle]
[Ordeal]
[The Child of Destiny]
[A Farewell]
[The Parting of Ways]
[A Midnight Meditation]
[Age And Youth]
[The Joy of Earth]
[Reconciliation]
[NOTE]
THE DIVINE VISION
This mood hath known all beauty, for it sees
O'erwhelmed majesties
In these pale forms, and kingly crowns of gold
On brows no longer bold,
And through the shadowy terrors of their hell
The love for which they fell.
And how desire which cast them in the deep
Called God too from His sleep.
Oh, pity, only seer, who looking through
A heart melted like dew,
Seest the long perished in the present thus,
For ever dwell in us.
Whatever time thy golden eyelids ope
They travel to a hope;
Not only backward from these low degrees
To starry dynasties,
But, looking far where now the silence owns
And rules from empty thrones,
Thou seest the enchanted hills of heaven burn
For joy at our return.
Thy tender kiss hath memory we are kings
For all our wanderings.
Thy shining eyes already see the after
In hidden light and laughter.
THE GATES OF DREAMLAND
It's a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore,
And a sleeper there lies dreaming where the water laps the shore;
Though the moth-wings of the twilight in their purples are unfurled,
Yet his sleep is filled with music by the masters of the world.
There's a hand is white as silver that is fondling with his hair:
There are glimmering feet of sunshine that are dancing by him there:
And half-open lips of faery that were dyed a faery red
In their revels where the Hazel Tree its holy clusters shed.