Deirdre

THREE POEMS

DEIRDRE

Now thou art hidden, I have no place of rest.

Where should I sleep when the earth lies on thy heart?

The darkness had no peril when thy arms were round me,

Naoise,

But where shall I hide from the night now that I am alone?

The stones that will cover my body are all I desire.

The light of the sun is a burden too heavy for me.

I would I could shut out all but the darkness wherein thou

dwellest.

I that had more treasure than the great kings of the world-

I am bare to the wind, without shelter, without love.

Henceforth for ever I have nothing but grief and silence and

weeping.

SILENCE

Be wroth then if thou wilt, but no more be silent!