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

Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;

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…

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

Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.

The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night

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 -

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

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

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

I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

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

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

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