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

Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

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

Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!

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

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

Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad

(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.

Lo, how they weave– the imperturba… Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’… Industrious . . . indifferent . .… Weave, Fates! And what your spins…

Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light?

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

With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.

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

A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,