Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;

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

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

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

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

Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…

The morning is new and the skies a… The day cometh in with the sun and… Hasten, belov’ed! For see, while you were yet sleepi… The cool and virgin feet of dawn w…

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

The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night

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 -…

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

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

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

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

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