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

Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?

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

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

Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.

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

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

‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue

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

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.

He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…

The poet pursues his beautiful the… The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream… The glittering, will-o’-the-wispis… Of the properly scholarly attitude…

When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,

Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…

What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?