Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreat… O’death.

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’€… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.

Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,

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

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

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…

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

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,

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

The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!

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

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

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

Have yet forgot, sweet birds, How near the heaven’s lie? Drooping, sick-pinion’d, oh Have yet forgot the sky? The air that once I knew