Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?

Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…

The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!

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

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

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

Not spring’s Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter’s, with thy faint breath, t… Rose-tinged.

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

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

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.

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

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

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

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…

Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.