Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still

Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,

If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!

Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light?

Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…

Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I

You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.

As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -

With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.

Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;

These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.

More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow,

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,

But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!