Watchman, what of the night? - Storm and thunder and rain, Lights that waver and wane, Leaving the watchfires unlit. Only the balefires are bright,

The weary day runs down and dies, The weary night wears through: And never an hour is fair wi’ flow… And never a flower wi’ dew. I would the day were night for me,

Beneath the shadow of dawn’s aëri… With eyes enkindled as the sun’s o… Hope from the front of youth in go… Looks Godward, past the shades wh… Round the dark door that prayers n…

Asleep or waking is it? for her ne… Kissed over close, wears yet a pur… Wherein the pained blood falters a… Soft, and stung softly—fairer for… But though my lips shut sucking on…

SWEET MOTHER, in a minute’€™s… Death parts thee and my love of th… Sweet love, that yet art living ma… Come back, true love, to comfort m… Back, ah, come back! ah wellaway!

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…

If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes,

I AM that which began;    Out of me the years roll;    Out of me God and man;    I am equal and whole; God changes, and man, and the form…

I.—VENTIMIGLIA The sky and sea glared hard and br… Down the one steep street, with sl… A tall girl paced, with eyes too p… The sky and sea.

Bird of the bitter bright grey gol… Scarce risen upon the dusk of dolo… First of us all and sweetest singe… Whose far shrill note the world of… Cleave the cold shuddering shade a…

O SON of man, by lying tongues a… By slaughterous hands of slaves wi… In carnage deep as ever Christian… Profaned with prayer and sacrifice… And incense from the trembling tyr…

A baby’s hands, like rosebuds furl… Whence yet no leaf expands, Ope if you touch, though close upc… A baby’s hands. Then, fast as warriors grip their…

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…

Birth and death, twin-sister and t… Night and day, on all things that… Reign, while time keeps friends wi… Birth and death. Each brow-bound with flowers diver…

One, who is not, we see; but one,… Surely this is not that; but that… What, and wherefore, and whence? f… If thunder could be without lightn… Doubt is faith in the main; but fa…