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

In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;

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

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

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:

In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried

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…

Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and

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

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

I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me

I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

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

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…

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