I stoop and swoop On the air, or loop Through the trees, and then go soaring, O To group with a troop On the gusty poop While the wind behind is roaring, O: I skim and swim By a cloud's red rim And up to the azure flooring, O: And my wide wings drip As I slip, slip, slip Down through the rain-drops, Back where Peg Broods in the nest On the little white egg, So early in the morning, O. COLLEGE GREEN When you meet an ancient man, Be as silent as you can; So when old age comes to you, Courtesies shall gather too. And King Billy's horse will start From our street and from our heart, When each Irishman shall be Perfected in courtesy. MOUNT STREET Here and there on the wings of night A fleck of blue and purple light, A scrap of cloud, a bird, a star, A comet hurrying afar On the abyss, and the moon Standing in her silver shoon. On the summit of the sky, Delicate and proud and high, The silver moon on a silver sea Spins her silver broidery While the stars send down a light Here and there on the wings of night. WESTLAND ROW Every Sunday there's a throng Of pretty girls, who trot along In a pious, breathless state (They are nearly always late) To the Chapel, where they pray For the sins of Saturday. They have frocks of white and blue, Yellow sashes they have too, And red ribbons show each head Tenderly is ringleted; And the bell rings loud, and the Railway whistles urgently. After Chapel they will go, Walking delicately slow, Telling still how Father John Is so good to look upon, And such other grave affairs As they thought of during prayers. THE COLLEGE OF SCIENCE Who knows a thing and will not tell Shall spend eternity in hell; But he who learns and teaches free In heaven spends eternity. Around the Leinster Lawn we go Into Molesworth Street, and so To Saint Stephen's Green, where we Hang a banner on a tree. THE CANAL BANK I know a girl, And a girl knows me, And the owl says, what? And the owl says, who? But what we know We both agree That nobody else Shall hear or see, It's all between Herself and me: To wit? said the owl, To woo, said I, To-what, to-wit, to-woo! 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