BELOVED$$$ gaze in thine own heart$$$ <br>The holy tree is growing there;

Cuchulain stirred$$$<br>Stared on the horses of the sea$$$ and heard<br>The cars of battle and his own name cried;<br>And fought with the invulnerable tide.

I wish for you constantly for I want to talk about everybody and everything. I can't go up to a stranger & say 'your manners & looks have stirred me to this profound meditation'.

How but in custom and in ceremony are innocence and beauty born?

And I shall have some peace there$$$ for peace comes dropping slow$$$<br>Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;...

I went out to the hazelwood because a fire was in my head.

For the winds that awakened the stars are blowing through my blood.

When one gets quiet$$$ then something wakes up inside one$$$ something happy and quiet like the stars.

There midnight's all a glimmer$$$ and noon a purple glow$$$<br>And evening full of the linnet's wings.

Out of Ireland have we come. Great hatred$$$ little room$$$<br>Maimed us at the start.<br>I carry from my mother's womb<br>A fanatic heart.