The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.

Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;

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

When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,

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

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…

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

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

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

As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -

Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.

Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?

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

But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!

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