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?

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

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

He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…

When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,

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

Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.

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;

Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,

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

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.

A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.

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

Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,