They turn the flowers to little twisted flames.

SHAWN BRUIN.

The little twisted flames burn up the heart.

THE CHILD.

I hear them crying, "Newly-married bride,
Come to the woods and waters and pale lights."

MAIRE BRUIN.

I will go with you.

FATHER HART.

She is lost, alas !

THE CHILD [standing by the door].

But clinging mortal hope must fall from you
For we who ride the winds, run on the waves,
And dance upon the mountains, are more light
Than dewdrops on the banners of the dawn.
MAIRE BRUIN.

O take me with you.

[SHAWN BRUIN goes over to her.]

SHAWN BRuin.

Beloved, do not leave me!

Remember when I met you by the well

And took your hand in mine and spoke of love.

Dear face! Dear voice!

THE CHILD.

Come, newly-married bride!

MAIRE BRUIN.

I always loved her world—and yet — and yet —

[Sinks into his arms.]

THE CHILD [from the door].

White bird, white bird, come with me, little bird.

And yet

THE CHILD.

Come, little bird with silver feet!

[MAIRE dies, and the child goes.]

SHAWN BRUIN.

She is dead!

BRIDGET BRUIN.

Come from that image: body and soul are gone,
You have thrown your arms about a drift of leaves
Or bole of an ash-tree changed into her image.

FATHER HART.

Thus do the spirits of evil snatch their prey
Almost out of the very hand of God;
And day by day their power is more and more,
And men and women leave old paths, for pride
Comes knocking with thin knuckles on the heart.

A VOICE [singing outside].

The wind blows out of the gates of the day,
The wind blows over the lonely of heart,
And the lonely of heart is withered away
While the faeries dance in a place apart,
Shaking their milk-white feet in a ring,
Tossing their milk-white arms in the air;

For they hear the wind laugh and murmur and sing
Of a land where even the old are fair,

And even the wise are merry of tongue ;
But I beard a reed of Coolaney say,

"When the wind has laughed and murmured and sung, The lonely of heart is withered away."

[The song is taken up by many voices, who sing loudly, as if in triumph. Some of the voices seem to come from within the house.]

POETRY. The Wanderings of Oisin and other Poems, 1889; The Countess Kathleen and Various Legends and Lyrics, 1892; The Land of Heart's Desire, 1894; Poems, 1895, ("This volume contains all the writer cares to preserve out of his previous volumes of verse"); Poems, reissued, 1898; The Wind Among the Reeds, 1899; The Shadowy Waters, 1900; Poems, final revision, 1901; In the Seven Woods, a new volume which is now being printed at the Private Press of the poet's sister, Miss Elizabeth C. Yeats, limited to 325 copies at 10s. 6d. each. (Subscriptions for this and succeeding books of the Press can be sent direct to Miss Yeats, Dun Emer, Dundrum, County Dublin, Ireland.)

PROSE. John Sherman and Dhoya, 1891; The Celtic Twilight: Men, Women, Dhouls and Faeries, 1893; The Secret Rose, 1897; The Tables of the Law and The Adoration of the Magi, (110 copies privately printed,) 1897; The Celtic Twilight, (largely augmented and revised,) 1902.

Mr. Yeats has also edited several volumes of Irish Fairy and Folk Tales 1888-1893; The Works of William Blake, (in conjunction with Mr. E. J. Ellis,) 3 vols., 1893; The Poems of William Blake, (in The Muses Library) 1893; A Book of Irish Verse: selected from Modern writers with an Introduction and Notes, 1895, of which last a new edition was published in 1900.