Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?

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

Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!

(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.

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

(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.

Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but

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

Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?

If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…

O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna! (You must say it nine times, curts… In rose-pale, fading blue of twili… See, the new moon’s thin crescent… Nine times I’ll curtsey murmuring…

In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;

For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin,

Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…

Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.