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

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

Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…

Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,

No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!

Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!

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

Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…

The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.

My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…

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

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 -…

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

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

To Walter Savage Landor Ah, Walter, where you lived I rue These days come all too late for m… What matter if her eyes were blue Whose rival is Persephone?