Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…

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

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

No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!

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

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.

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

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

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

As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.

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

Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.

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

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

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 -…