Let us go hence, my songs; she wil… Let us go hence together without f… Keep silence now, for singing-time… And over all old things and all th… She loves not you nor me as all we…

Mother of man’s time-travelling ge… Breath of his nostrils, heartblood… God above all Gods worshipped of… Light above light, law beyond law,… Thy face is as a sword smiting in…

Who is your lady of love, O ye th… Singing? and is it for sorrow of t… That ye sing sadly, or dream of wh… For gladly at once and sadly it se… —Our lady of love by you is unbeho…

Three times thrice hath winter’s r… Crossed and curdled wells and stre… Since his birth whose praises love… Three times thrice. Earth nor sea bears flower nor pea…

Three months bade wane and wax the… Between two dates of death, while… Yet of the living light that all t… Three months bade wane. Cold autumn, wan with wrath of win…

By the waters of Babylon we sat d… Remembering thee, That for ages of agony hast endure… And wouldst not see. By the waters of Babylon we stood…

O Earth, lie heavily upon her eye… Seal her sweet eyes weary of watch… Lie close around her; leave no roo… With its harsh laughter, nor for s… She hath no questions, she hath no…

One of twain, twin-born with flowe… Now hath passed from sense of sun… Wind from off the flower-crowned b… One of twain. One twin flower must pass, and one…

‘Not a child: I call myself a bo… Says my king, with accent stern ye… Now nine years have brought him ch… ‘Not a child.’ How could reason be so far beguile…

At the chill high tide of the nigh… At the turn of the fluctuant hours… When the waters of time are at hei… In a vision arose on my sight The kingdoms of earth and the powe…

The trumpets of the four winds of… From the ends of the earth blow ba… With breasts palpitating and wings… With passion of couched limbs, as… Sleeping, and in her sleep she see…

THE BITTERNESS of death and… Breathes from the broad-leafed alo… Wast fain to gather for thy bended… A chaplet by no gentler forehead w… Grief deep as hell, wrath hardly t…

Years upon years, as a course of c… Thronging the ways of the wind tha… Pass, and the flames of remembered… Years upon years. Surely the thought in a man’s hear…

Send but a song oversea for us, Heart of their hearts who are free… Heart of their singer, to be for u… More than our singing can be; Ours, in the tempest at error,

Praise of the knights of old May sleep: their tale is told, And no man cares: The praise which fires our lips is A knight’s whose fame eclipses