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

‘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…

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

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

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

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…

Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:

‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue

(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.

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

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.