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

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

Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and

Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.

I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

The poet pursues his beautiful the… The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream… The glittering, will-o’-the-wispis… Of the properly scholarly attitude…

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

The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.

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…

With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.

Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…

And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…

Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…

Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and