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

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

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.

With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.

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

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

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

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

‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…

If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!

JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?

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.

Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but

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

Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,