English

I

Why sleeps the harp of Erin's pride?
Why with'ring droops its shamrock wreath?
Why has that song of sweetness died
Which Erin's harp alone can breathe?

II

Oh 'twas the simplest, wildest thing!
The sighs of Eve that faintest flow
O'er airy lyres, did never fling
So sweet, so sad, a song of woe.

III

And yet its sadness seemed to borrow
From love, or joy, a mystic spell;

[First Version]

PATERSON — THE STRIKE

At the first peep of dawn she roused me
Trembling at those changes the night saw,
For brooding wretchedly in a corner
Of the room to which she had taken me —
Her old eyes glittering fiercely —
Go! she said and I hurried shivering
Out into the deserted streets of Paterson.

— — That night she came again, hovering
In rags within the filmy ceiling —
Great Queen, bless me with your tatters!
You are blest! Go on!

Hot for savagery,

[ First Version ]

ADVENT

Even in the time when still I
Had no certain vision of her
She sprang from the nest as a young crow
At first flight circling the forest,
And I know now how then she showed me
Her mind, flying near the tree tops,
Reaching out and over toward the horizon.
I saw her eyes straining in the new distance
And as the woods fell from her flying,
Likewise they fell from me as I followed —
So that I knew (that time) what I must put from me

And art thou dead? Thou very sweetest bird
That ever made a moonlight forest ring,
Its wild unearthly music mellowing;
Shall thy rich notes no more, no more be heard?
Never! Thy beautiful romantic themes
That made it mental heav'n to hear thee sing,
Lapping th' enchanted soul in golden dreams,
Are mute! Ah vainly did Italia fling
Her healing ray around thee — blossoming
With flushing flow'rs long wedded to thy verse;
Those flow'rs, those sunbeams, but adorn thy hearse;
And the warm gales that faintly rise and fall

PART THREE

Lifting belly in here.
Able to state whimsies.
Can you recollect mistakes.
I hope not.
Bless you.
Lifting belly the best and only seat.
Lifting belly the reminder of present duties.
Lifting belly the charm.
Lifting belly is easy to me.
Lifting belly naturally.
Of course you lift belly naturally.
I lift belly naturally together.
Lifting belly answers.
Can you think for me.
I can.
Lifting belly endears me.

Kiss my lips. She did.
Kiss my lips again she did.
Kiss my lips over and over and over again she did.
I have feathers.
Gentle fishes.
Do you think about apricors. We find them very beautiful. It is not alone their color it is their seeds that charm us. We find it a change.
Lifting belly is so strange.
I came to speak about it.
Selected raisins well then grapes grapes are good.
Change your name.
Question and garden,
It's raining. Don't speak about it.
My baby is a dumpling I want to tell her something.

Part II.

Lifting belly. Are you. Lifting.
Oh dear I said I was tender, fierce and tender.
Do it. What a splendid example of carelessness.
It gives me a great deal of pleasure to say yes.
Why do I always smile.
I don't know.
It pleases me.
You are easily pleased.
I am very pleased.
Thank you I am scarcely sunny.
I wish the sun would come out.
Yes.
Do you lift it.
High.
Yes sir I helped to do it.
Did you.
Yes.
Do you lift it.
We cut strangely.

I have been heavy and had much selecting. I saw a star which was low. It was so low it twinkled. Breath was in it. Little pieces are stupid.
I want to tell about fire. Fire is that which we have when we have olive. Olive is a wood. We like linen. Linen is ordered. We are going to order linen.
All belly belly well.
Bed of coals made out of wood.
I think this one may be an expression. We can understand heating and burning composition. Heating with wood.

from The Night Chant

In Tse'gihi,
In the house made of the dawn,
In the house made of the evening twilight,
In the house made of the dark cloud,
In the house made of the he-rain,
In the house made of the dark mist,
In the house made of the she-rain,
In the house made of pollen,
In the house made of grasshoppers,
Where the dark mist curtains the doorway,
The path to which is on the rainbow,
Where the zigzag lightning stands high on top,
Where the he-rain stands high on top,

Conamur tenues grandia — —

Nec Dis, nec viribus aequis — —
Hail, wond'rous Being, who in pow'r supreme
Exists from everlasting, whose great Name
Deep in the human heart, and every atom
The Air, the Earth or azure Main contains
In undecypher'd characters is wrote —
INCOMPREHENSIBLE! — O what can words
The weak interpreters of mortal thoughts,
Or what can thoughts (tho' wild of wing they rove
Thro' the vast concave of th' aetherial round)
If to the Heav'n of Heavens they'd win their way