James Stephens

Do not forget my charge I beg of you ;
That of what flow'rs you find of fairest
And sweetest odor you do gather
Are best of all the best — a fragrant rose,

IN
HE scented bud of the morning—O, When the windy grass went rippling far, I saw my dear one walking slow, In the field where the daisies are
We did not laugh and we did not speak As we wandered happily to and fro; I kissed my dear on e...

EN the leaves fall off the trees Everybody walks on them :
Once they had a time of ease High above, and every breeze Used to stay and talk to them
Then they were so debonair As they fluttered up and down ;
Dancing in the sunny air,

HE 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...

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

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 a...

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 flo...