Wind blows. Snow falls. The gre… Ticks with reverberant coil and to… At the deep sudden stroke the pige… The fine snow flutes the cracks be… We close our coats, and hurry, and…

One, where the pale sea foamed at… With wave upon slowly shattering w… Turned to the city of towers as ev… And slowly walked by the darkening… And saw how the towers darkened ag…

One, from his high bright window i… Leans out, as evening falls, And sees the advancing curtain of… Splashing its silver on roofs and… Sees how, swift as a shadow, it cr…

After the movie, when the lights c… He takes her powdered hand behind… She, all in yellow, like a butterc… Lifts her white face, yearns up to… And with a silent, gliding step th…

The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she knows. How inadequate they are to tell ho…

All night long, it has seemed for… We have heard the terrible sound o… All night long we have lain and wa… We cannot sleep, though we are tir… The sound of guns is in our ears,

The round red sun heaves darkly ou… The walls and towers are warmed an… Sounds go drowsily up from streets… The city stirs like one that is ha… And the mist flows up by dazzling…

From time to time, lifting his eye… The soft blue starlight through th… The moon above black trees, and cl… And turns to write . . . The clo… It is so long, indeed, since I ha…

All lovely things will have an end… All lovely things will fade and di… And youth, that’s now so bravely s… Will beg a penny by and by. Fine ladies soon are all forgotten…

It is morning, Senlin says, and i… When the light drips through the s… I arise, I face the sunrise, And do the things my fathers learn… Stars in the purple dusk above the…

Of what she said to me that night—… The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of music—somethi… I couldn’t remember it all, but ph… Wreathed and wreathed among faint…

Up high black walls, up sombre ter… Clinging like luminous birds to th… The yellow lights went climbing to… From high black walls, gleaming va… Each yellow light looked down like…

‘This envelope you say has somethi… Which once belonged to your dead s… He knew, was fond of? Something… The soul flies far, and we can onl… By things like these . . . a photo…

Snow falls. The sky is grey, and… With purple lights in the canyoned… The fiery sign on the dark tower w… The trodden grass in the park is c… The streets grow silent beneath ou…

Round white clouds roll slowly abo… Over the clear red roofs they flow… A flock of pigeons rises with blue… Rises with whistle of wings, hover… And settles slowly again on the ta…