As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -

In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;

So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.

I make my shroud, but no one knows… So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows… In door-way where the lilac blows,

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

Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.

More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow,

How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…

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

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?

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 spring’s Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter’s, with thy faint breath, t… Rose-tinged.

These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.

Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…

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