To Walter Savage Landor Ah, Walter, where you lived I rue These days come all too late for m… What matter if her eyes were blue Whose rival is Persephone?

Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreat… O’death.

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

O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna! (You must say it nine times, curts… In rose-pale, fading blue of twili… See, the new moon’s thin crescent… Nine times I’ll curtsey murmuring…

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.

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

And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…

Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…

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

Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?

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

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

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

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

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