Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but

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

THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?

I have no heart for noon-tide and… But I will take me where more ten… Shakes, fold on fold, her dewy dar… And shelters me that I may weep i… And feel no pitying eyes, and hear…

These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.

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

Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,

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

How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…

A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,

‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’

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

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

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

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