Charles de Kay

  • Ulf in Ireland

    What then, what if my lips do burn,
            Husband, husband;
    What though thou see’st my red lips burn,
    Why look’st thou with a look so stern,
            Husband?

    It was the keen wind through the reed,
            Husband, husband:
    ’T was wind...

  • Arcana Sylvarum

    Hark!…
    what booming
    Faints on the high-strung ear?
    Through the damp woods (so dark
    No flowers are blooming)
    I hear, I hear
    The twang of harps, the leap
    Of hairy feet, and know the revel’s ripe,
    While, like a coral stripe,
    ...