BY ANA LIFFEY
If you come to live with me,
I will sing so heartily
In your honour that you will
Stay to wonder at my skill.
In your honour I will fill
The world with songs of triumph, till
You and I and Time are old
Pipers of the Age of Gold.
Time and you and I will hold,
Everywhere by field and fold,
Concerts of content, and be
Known afar for jollity.
Everywhere by fold and field
We will wander well-agreed;
So I sing right heartily,
Come along and live with me.
FROM HAWK AND KITE
Poor, frightened, fluttered, silent one!
If we had seen your nest of clay
We would have passed it by, and gone,
Nor frightened you away.
For there are others guard a nest
From hawk and kite and lurking foe,
And more despair is in their breast
Than you can ever know.