The Hour before Dawn - William Butler Yeats

A one-legged, one-armed, one-eyed man,
A bundle of rags upon a crutch,
Stumbled on windy Cruachan
Cursing the wind. It was as much
As the one sturdy leg could do
To keep him upright while he cursed.

A Found Poem - Seamus Heaney

Like everybody else, I bowed my head
during the consecration of the bread and wine,
lifted my eyes to the raised host and raised chalice,
believed (whatever it means) that a change occurred.

And then no more - James Clarence Mangan

I saw her once, one little while, and then no more:
’Twas Eden’s light on Earth a while, and then no more.

Miracle - Seamus Heaney

Not the one who takes up his bed and walks
But the ones who have known him all along
And carry him in —

To a Child Dancing in the Wind - William Butler Yeats

Has no one said those daring

Kind eyes should be more learned?

Hymn to the Dawn - St. Cellach of Killala

Hail to the morning fair, that falls as a flame on the greensward;

Hail, too, unto Him who bestows her, the morn ever fruitful in blessings.

Have You Been at Carrick? - Edward Walsh

Have you been at Carrick, and saw my true-love there?

And saw you her features, all beautiful, bright, and fair?

Another September - Thomas Kinsella

Dreams fled away, this country bedroom, raw

With the touch of the dawn, wrapped in a minor peace,

Hears through an open window the garden draw

Long pitch black breaths, lay bare its apple trees,

Ripe pear trees, brambles, windfall-sweetened soil,

Exhale rough sweetness against the starry slates.

I thought of walking round and round a space - Seamus Heaney

I thought of walking round and round a space

Utterly empty, utterly a source

Where the decked chestnut tree had lost its place

Prelude - John Millington Synge

Still south I went and west and south again,

Through Wicklow from the morning till the night,

And far from cities, and the sights of men,

Lived with the sunshine, and the moon's delight.

An awakening - Alice Furlong

O Spring will waken the heart of me 

With the rapture of blown violets! 

The Dark Palace - Alice Milligan

There beams no light from thy hall to-night,

                                     Oh, House of Fame;

No mead-vat seethes and no smoke upwreathes

                                     O’er the hearth’s red flame;

Self-Portrait as a Silk Purse - Patrick Cotter

On this shelf lies a small gathering of heirlooms

from four generations. I am the oldest.

Too tiny ever to have held a fortune, my insides

Summer has come - Anonymous

Summer has come, healthy and free,

Whence the brown wood is aslope;

The slender nimble deer leap,

And the path of seals is smooth.

An Irish Mother - Percy French

A wee slip drawin’ water,

    Me ould man at the plough,

No grown-up son nor daughter,

    That’s the way we’re farmin’ now.

The Lament for O’Sullivan Beare - Jeremiah Joseph Callanan

The sun of Ivera

No longer shines brightly,

The voice of her music

No longer is sprightly;

No more to her maidens

The light dance is dear,

Since the death of our darling

O’Sullivan Beare.

Ode to Dubh-Ghiolla, the Shield of Aodh - Dallán Forgaill

Bright as the speckled salmon of the wave! 

Dubh-Ghiolla! panic of the banded brave; 

Winter - Seamus O'Sullivan

Why will you plague me with your loveliness? 

     Can you not see 

How vain is every grace and each caress? 

     Prithee let be. 

Grace - U2

Grace, she takes the blame

She covers the shame

Removes the stain

It could be her name

Is Truagh Gan Mise I Sasana - Thomas MacDonagh

'Tis a pity I'm not in England,

Or with one from Erin thither bound,

Out in the midst of the ocean,

Where the thousands of ships are drowned.