Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,

In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;

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

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

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

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.

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

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

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

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…

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

I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

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

The poet pursues his beautiful the… The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream… The glittering, will-o’-the-wispis… Of the properly scholarly attitude…