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

If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…

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

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

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

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…

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.

‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…

In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;

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?

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

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

In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried

Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…

Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and