My hope and my love, we will go for a while into the wood, scattering the dew, where we will see the trout, we will see the blackbird on its nest; the deer and the buck calling, the little bird that is sweetest singing on the branches; the cuckoo on the top of the fresh green; and death will never come near us for ever in the sweet wood. By Lady Augusta Gregory

Note: Lady Gregory was a major figure in the Irish Literary Revival, also known as the Celtic Twilight, in the...