Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!

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…

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

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

Have yet forgot, sweet birds, How near the heaven’s lie? Drooping, sick-pinion’d, oh Have yet forgot the sky? The air that once I knew

Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still

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…

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

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

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

For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin,

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.

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,

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

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