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

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

Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,

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