To an isle in the Water W.B.Yeats Shy one, shy one, Shy one of my heart, She moves in the firelight Pensively apart. She carries in the dishes, And lays them in a row, To an isle in the water With her I would go. She carries in the candles, And lights the curtained room, Shy in the doorway, And shy in the gloom; And shy as a rabbit, Helpful and shy. To an isle in the water With her would I fly.

Brown Penny  W.B.Yeats I whispered, "I am too young," And then,"I am old enough"; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I may love. 'Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady be young and fair,' Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair. O love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away And the shadows eaten the moon. Ah penny, brown penny, brown penny, One cannot begin it too soon.

Mother Ocean Thorsten Kaye She walk's along my country's shore Behind her lonely guard And holds in every step she takes The rhythm of my heart Oh broken cliffs of Ireland Lay down as soft white sand And guide her on a Steady path When I can't be at hand And raging winds that shaped these hills Caress her face with care Forgive the sadness in her eyes And gently stroke her hair Now mother ocean lift her high If she must leave by sea Take her safely where she must Then bring her home to me