I rise in the dawn, and I kneel and blow Till the seed of the fire flicker and glow;

I carry the sun in a golden cup, The moon in a silver bag.

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you

Under Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid.

It's a long time since I've had a stroke of anything

Be a lamp, or a lifeboat or a ladder. Help someone's soul heal.

A soul moon appeared in the path of my heart. How precious is this journey.

She sings as the moon sings: 'I am I, am I; The greater grows my light The further that I fly.' All creation shivers With that sweet cry.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

My Soul is my guide.

Wherever You Are and Whatever You Do, Be in Love. #Love

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you

When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world;

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

I kiss you and the world begins to fade.

The reeds are dancing by Coolaney lake, / And I would like to dance until the reeds / And the white waves have danced themselves asleep.

...I lie Under a broken tree. I could recover if I shrieked My heart's agony To passing bird, but I am dumb From human dignity.

Time's bitter flood will rise, / Your beauty perish and be lost / For all eyes but these eyes.

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

She sings as the moon sings: 'I am I, am I; The greater grows my light The further that I fly.' All creation shivers With that sweet cry.