INTO THE TWILIGHT
Laugh, heart, again in the gray twilight;
And God stands winding his lonely horn;
Of hollow wood and the hilly wood
Come, heart, where hill is heaped upon hill,
And hope is less dear than the dew of the morn.
Dew ever shining and twilight gray,
And love is less kind than the gray twilight,
Thy mother Eire is always young,
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn,
And the changingmoon work out their will.
Burningin fires of a slanderous tongue.
For there the mystical brotherhood
Though hope fall from thee or love decay
Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
And Time and World are ever in flight,
