Meditation of the Old Fisherman, The

Memory of Youth, A

Michael Robartes Asks Forgiveness Because of His Many Moods

Michael Robartes Bids His Beloved Be at Peace

Michael Robartes Remembers Forgotten Beauty

Mongan Laments the Change That Has Come upon Him and His Beloved

Mongan Thinks of His Past Greatness

Moods, The

Mountain Tomb, The

No Second Troy

Old Men Admiring Themselves in the Water, The

[“Pardon, old fathers, if you still remain”]

Paudeen

Peace

Peacock, The

Pity of Love, The

Player Queen, The

Players Ask for a Blessing on the Psalteries and Themselves, The

Poet Pleads with His Friend for Old Friends, The

Poet to His Beloved, A

Realists, The

Reconciliation

Rider from the North, The

Rose of Battle, The

Rose of Peace, The

Rose of the World, The

Running to Paradise

Sad Shepherd, The

Secret Rose, The

September 1913

Song of Red Hanrahan, The

Song of the Happy Shepherd, The

Song of the Old Mother, The

Song of Wandering Aengus, The

Sorrow of Love, The

Stolen Child, The

That the Night Come

These Are the Clouds

Three Beggars, The

Three Hermits, The

To a Child Dancing in the Wind

To a Friend Whose Work Has Come to Nothing

To an Isle in the Water

To a Poet, Who Would Have Me Praise Certain Bad Poets, Imitators of His and of Mine

To a Shade

To a Wealthy Man Who Promised a Second Subscription to the Dublin Municipal Gallery if It Were Proved the People Wanted Pictures

To Ireland in the Coming Times

To My Heart, Bidding It Have No Fear

To Some I Have Talked with by the Fire

To the Rose upon the Rood of Time

Travail of Passion, The

Two Trees, The

Under the Moon

Upon a Threatened House

Valley of the Black Pig, The

When Helen Lived

When You Are Old

White Birds, The

Witch, The

Withering of the Boughs, The

Who Goes with Fergus?

Woman Homer Sung, A

Young Man’s Song, The

Alphabetical List of First Lines

A doll in the doll-maker’s house

Ah, that Time could touch a form

All the heavy days are over

All things can tempt me from this craft of verse

All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old

Although crowds gathered once if she but showed her face

Although you hide in the ebb and flow

A man came slowly from the setting sun

A one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed man

A pity beyond all telling

As I came over Windy Gap

Autumn is over the long leaves that love us

Being out of heart with government

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart

Be you still, be you still, trembling heart

Come round me, little childer

Cumhal called out, bending his head

Dance there upon the shore

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet

Do you not hear me calling, white deer with no horns?

Far off, most secret, and inviolate Rose

Fasten your hair with a golden pin