THE ROSE: TO THE ROSE UPON THE ROOD OF TIME 139 FERGUS AND THE DRUID 141 THE DEATH OF CUCHULAIN 144 THE ROSE OF THE WORLD 149 THE ROSE OF PEACE 150 THE ROSE OF BATTLE 151 A FAERY SONG 153 THE LAKE ISLE OF INNISFREE 154 A CRADLE SONG 155 THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER 156 THE PITY OF LOVE 156 THE SORROW OF LOVE 157 WHEN YOU ARE OLD 158 THE WHITE BIRDS 159 A DREAM OF DEATH 161 A DREAM OF A BLESSED SPIRIT 162 THE MAN WHO DREAMED OF FAERYLAND 163 THE TWO TREES 165 TO IRELAND IN THE COMING TIMES 167 THE WANDERINGS OF OISIN 169 NOTES 227 THE WIND AMONG THE REEDS THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE THE host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling _Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam, Our arms are waving, our lips are apart; And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his hand, We come between him and the hope of his heart_. The host is rushing ’twixt night and day, And where is there hope or deed as fair? Caolte tossing his burning hair, And Niamh calling _Away, come away_. THE EVERLASTING VOICES O SWEET everlasting Voices, be still; Go to the guards of the heavenly fold And bid them wander obeying your will Flame under flame, till Time be no more; Have you not heard that our hearts are old, That you call in birds, in wind on the hill, In shaken boughs, in tide on the shore? O sweet everlasting Voices, be still. THE MOODS TIME drops in decay, Like a candle burnt out, And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; What one in the rout Of the fire-born moods Has fallen away? THE LOVER TELLS OF THE ROSE IN HIS HEART