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.

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

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.

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

Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.

How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…

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

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

Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,

The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!

I have no heart for noon-tide and… But I will take me where more ten… Shakes, fold on fold, her dewy dar… And shelters me that I may weep i… And feel no pitying eyes, and hear…

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’€… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

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

Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;