As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -

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

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…

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

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

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

Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,

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

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

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

All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.

Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.

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