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…

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

What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?

In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;

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…

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,

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;

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

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 -…

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

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

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

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

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

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