Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…

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

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

Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…

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

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

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

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:

A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…

‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’

Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look In the pages of my book; And as these thy hand doth turn, Know here is my funeral urn.

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,

Too far afield thy search. Nay, t… At thine own elbow potent Memory… Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostl…

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

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,