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

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

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

THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?

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

As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.

‘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?

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

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

Not spring’s Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter’s, with thy faint breath, t… Rose-tinged.

My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…

Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,

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

White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…