He has drunk the sheer divine
Concentration of the vine.




A FRIEND'S WISH. To C. W. S.


Give me your last _Aloha_,
When I go out of sight,
Over the dark rim of the sea
Into the Polar night!

And all the Northland give you
_Skoal_ for the voyage begun,
When your bright summer sail goes down
Into the zones of sun!




LAL OF KILRUDDEN.


Kilrudden ford, Kilrudden dale,
Kilrudden fronting every gale
On the lorn coast of Inishfree,
And Lal's last bed the plunging sea.