JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?

Have yet forgot, sweet birds, How near the heaven’s lie? Drooping, sick-pinion’d, oh Have yet forgot the sky? The air that once I knew

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

Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…

Lo, how they weave– the imperturba… Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’… Industrious . . . indifferent . .… Weave, Fates! And what your spins…

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.

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

A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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