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

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

Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…

As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.

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

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

Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but

In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried

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…

Lo, how they weave– the imperturba… Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’… Industrious . . . indifferent . .… Weave, Fates! And what your spins…

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

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

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

The morning is new and the skies a… The day cometh in with the sun and… Hasten, belov’ed! For see, while you were yet sleepi… The cool and virgin feet of dawn w…

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