Aubrey De Vere Poems
- 1. The Three Woes
That angel whose charge was Eiré sang thus, o'er the dark Isle winging;
By a virgin his song was heard at a tempest's ruinous close:
“Three golden ages God gave while your tender green blade was springing;
Faith's earliest harvest is reaped. To-day God sends you three woes.
... - 2. Roisin Dubh
O who are thou with that queenly brow
And uncrowned head?
And why is the vest that binds thy breast,
O'er the heart, blood-red?
... - 3. Sorrow
Count each affliction, whether light or grave,
God's messenger sent down to thee; do thou
With courtesy receive him; rise and bow;
And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave
... - 4. Serenade
Softly, O midnight Hours!
Move softly o'er the bowers
Where lies in happy sleep a girl so fair!
For ye have power, men say,
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