I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.
I'm looking for the face I had, before the world was made.
You that would judge me, do not judge alone this book or that, come to this hallowed place where my friends' portraits hang and look thereon; Ireland's history in their lineaments trace; think where man's glory most begins and ends and say my glory was I had such friends.
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
I made my song a coat Covered with embroideries Out of old mythologies From heel to throat But the fools caught it, Wore it in the world's eyes As though they'd wrought it. Song, let them take it, For there's more enterprise In walking naked.