Not spring’s Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter’s, with thy faint breath, t… Rose-tinged.

Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;

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

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

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

Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!

Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.

Have yet forgot, sweet birds, How near the heaven’s lie? Drooping, sick-pinion’d, oh Have yet forgot the sky? The air that once I knew

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

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?

White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…

Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.

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

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

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