Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!

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

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…

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,

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

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

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

Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and

Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.

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;

A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,

Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad

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

THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?

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