The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.

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

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

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.

You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.

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

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

Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;

A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.

If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…

These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.

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

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,

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

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…