CONTENTS 

 The Divine Vision The Gates of Dreamland Freedom The Master Singer Remembrance Dana The Grey Eros Rest The Nuts of Knowledge The Burning Glass The Twilight of Earth Night The Morning Star A Farewell The Message At One The Well of All Healing A New Being A Call of the Sidhe Love from Afar Babylon The Silence of Love Aphrodite Refuge The Faces of Memory The Secret Love The Weaver of Souls Transformation Children of Lir Light and Dark Twilight by the Cabin Beauty The Vision of Love A Memory A Summer Night Whom We Worship Mistrust The Dream The Feast of Age A Way Of Escape Recall The Voice of the Waters In Connemara An Irish Face Hope in Failure The Crown The Everlasting Battle Ordeal The Child of Destiny A Farewell The Parting of Ways A Midnight Meditation Age And Youth The Joy of Earth Reconciliation NOTE 

 

 

   THE DIVINE VISION 

 This mood hath known all beauty, for it sees O'erwhelmed majesties In these pale forms, and kingly crowns of gold On brows no longer bold, And through the shadowy terrors of their hell The love for which they fell. And how desire which cast them in the deep Called God too from His sleep. Oh, pity, only seer, who looking through A heart melted like dew, Seest the long perished in the present thus, For ever dwell in us. Whatever time thy golden eyelids ope They travel to a hope; Not only backward from these low degrees To starry dynasties, But, looking far where now the silence owns And rules from empty thrones, Thou seest the enchanted hills of heaven burn For joy at our return. Thy tender kiss hath memory we are kings For all our wanderings. Thy shining eyes already see the after In hidden light and laughter. 

 

 

 THE GATES OF DREAMLAND 

 It's a lonely road through bogland to the lake at Carrowmore, And a sleeper there lies dreaming where the water laps the shore; Though the moth-wings of the twilight in their purples are unfurled, Yet his sleep is filled with music by the masters of the world. 

 There's a hand is white as silver that is fondling with his hair: There are glimmering feet of sunshine that are dancing by him there: And half-open lips of faery that were dyed a faery red In their revels where the Hazel Tree its holy clusters shed. 

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