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

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

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!

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;

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

Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I

Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…

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

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

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

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

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

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

No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!

Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.