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

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

A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.

How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…

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

Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:

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…

What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?

Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…

‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue

Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreat… O’death.

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

(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.

Too far afield thy search. Nay, t… At thine own elbow potent Memory… Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostl…