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

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

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

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than

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

All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold

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

You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.

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

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…

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

If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…

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

The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!