He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…

O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna! (You must say it nine times, curts… In rose-pale, fading blue of twili… See, the new moon’s thin crescent… Nine times I’ll curtsey murmuring…

Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.

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

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 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…

In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried

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

The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!

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

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

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

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

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

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady: