Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!

Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than

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

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

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

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

Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…

Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…

(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.

Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.

For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin,

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

The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…

Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still

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