‘There’s be no roof to shelter you… You’ll have no where to lay your h… And who will get your food for you… Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fidd…

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

Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,

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

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

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

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

I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me

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

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

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

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

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

Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad

Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?