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

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

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.

White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…

Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and

Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…

If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!

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

With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.

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

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

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

Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;

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.

My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…