So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.

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

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

The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.

Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.

You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.

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…

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

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

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,

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?

Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.

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…

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

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