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But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
‘There’s be no roof to shelter you… You’ll have no where to lay your h… And who will get your food for you… Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fidd…
Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
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…
Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and
I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me
‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue
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 -…
Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.
Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.