Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad

I make my shroud, but no one knows… So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows… In door-way where the lilac blows,

‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…

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

Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’€… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

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

Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I

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

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

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

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

Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.

Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…

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 -…