Eileen Croxford

The Curlew, on Poems by William Butler Yeats: III. The withering of the boughs, "I cried when the moon was murmuring"

The Curlew: I. O, Curlew, Cry No More in the Air

The Curlew, on Poems by William Butler Yeats: IV. He hears the cry of the sedge, "I wander by the edge"

The Curlew, on Poems by William Butler Yeats: II. The lover mourns for the loss of love, "Pale brows, still hands and dim hair"