When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, suddenly I meet your face.
And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.
The falcon cannot hear the falconer
Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes,/And laugh our love away.
Fairies in Ireland are sometimes as big as we are, sometimes bigger, and sometimes, as I have been told, about three feet high.
BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart, The holy tree is growing there.