The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!

Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and

The poet pursues his beautiful the… The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream… The glittering, will-o’-the-wispis… Of the properly scholarly attitude…

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

In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.

Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!

Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.

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…

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

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

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…

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

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