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Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?
Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!
Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;
The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night
Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still
Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreat… O’death.
No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!
To Walter Savage Landor Ah, Walter, where you lived I rue These days come all too late for m… What matter if her eyes were blue Whose rival is Persephone?
Too far afield thy search. Nay, t… At thine own elbow potent Memory… Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostl…
Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:
The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.
The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than