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?

A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,

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

Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910

So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.

I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me

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

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

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

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

‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…

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

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…

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

The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.