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

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

Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?

The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!

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

‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue

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

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

The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;

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

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

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

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