Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.

Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…

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

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

I make my shroud, but no one knows… So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows… In door-way where the lilac blows,

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

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

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

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

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

The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night

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

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

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.

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