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In The Cool Of The Evening

I thought I heard Him calling. Did you hear

A sound, a little sound? My curious ear

Is dinned with flying noises, and the tree

Goes — whisper, whisper, whisper silently

Till all its whispers spread into the sound

Of a dull roar. Lie closer to the ground,

The shade is deep and He may pass us by.

We are so very small, and His great eye,

James Stephens

The Ancient Elf

I am the maker,

The builder, the breaker,

The eagle-winged helper,

The speedy forsaker!

The lance and the lyre,

The water, the fire,

The tooth of oppression,

The lip of desire!

James Stephens

"I heard a bird at dawn"

I heard a bird at dawn

Singing sweetly on a tree,

That the dew was on the lawn,

And the wind was on the lea;

But I didn't listen to him,

For he didn't sing to me.

I didn't listen to him,

For he didn't sing to me

James Stephens

In The Poppy Field

Mad Patsy said, he said to me,

That every morning he could see

An angel walking on the sky;

Across the sunny skies of morn

He threw great handfuls far and nigh

Of poppy seed among the corn;

And then, he said, the angels run

To see the poppies in the sun.

James Stephens

The Goat Paths

The crooked paths go every way

Upon the hill — they wind about

Through the heather in and out

Of the quiet sunniness.

And there the goats, day after day,

Stray in sunny quietness,

Cropping here and cropping there,

As they pause and turn and pass,

James Stephens

The Lonely God

So Eden was deserted, and at eve

Into the quiet place God came to grieve.

His face was sad, His hands hung slackly down

Along his robe; too sorrowful to frown

He paced along the grassy paths and through

The silent trees, and where the flowers grew

Tended by Adam. All the birds had gone

Out to the world, and singing was not one

James Stephens

Hate

My enemy came nigh,

And I

Stared fiercely in his face.

My lips went writhing back in a grimace,

And stern I watched him with a narrow eye.

Then, as I turned away, my enemy,

That bitter heart and savage, said to me:

"Some day, when this is past,

James Stephens

The Snare

I hear a sudden cry of pain!

There is a rabbit in a snare:

Now I hear the cry again,

But I cannot tell from where.

But I cannot tell from where

He is calling out for aid!

Crying on the frightened air,

Making everything afraid!

James Stephens

The Glass Of Beer

The lanky hank of a she in the inn over there

Nearly killed me for asking the loan of a glass of beer:

May the devil grip the whey-faced slut by the hair

And beat bad manners out of her skin for a year.

That parboiled imp, with the hardest jaw you will ever see

On virtue's path, and a voice that would rasp the dead,

Came roaring and raging the minute she looked at me,

And threw me out of the house on the back of my head.

James Stephens

The Wind

The wind stood up and gave a shout.

He whistled on his fingers and

Kicked the withered leaves about

And thumped the branches with his hand

And said that he'd kill and kill,

And so he will and so he will.

James Stephens