Dry leaves, soldier, dry leaves, d… voices of leaves on the wind that… destruction, impassioned prayer, impassioned hy… of the gladly doomed to die. Strid…

He thinks her little feet should p… Where dandelions star thickly gras… Her hands should lift in sunlit ai… Sea-wind should tangle up her hair… Green leaves, he says, have never…

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…

The day opens with the brown light… And past the window snowflakes fal… I sit in my chair all day and work… Measuring words against each other… I open the piano and play a tune

It is now two hours since I left… And the perfume of your hands is s… And though since then I have looked at the stars, walked… And heard the dead leaves blowing…

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…

When she came out, that white litt… With her bright hair, and her eyes… He suddenly lost his leader, and a… And only heard an immortal music s… Of dryads flashing in the green wo…

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…

Beloved, let us once more praise t… Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and b… The rain, the chickweed, and the b… The green-white privet flower, the…

In Memory Of. In Fondest Recoll… In Loving Memory Of. In Fond Remembrance. Died in October. Di… Who died at sea? The name of the… Escapes her, gone, blown with the…

LXII I read the primrose and the sea and remember nothing I read Arcturus and the snow and remember nothing

As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by… Along high walls; And along black streets that glist… The muted city seems

The days, the nights, flow one by… The hours go silently over our lif… We are like dreamers who walk bene… Beneath high walls we flow in the… We sleep, we wake, we laugh, we pu…

The snow floats down upon us, ming… It eddies around pale lilac lamps,… Down golden-windowed walls. We were all born of flesh, in a fl… We do not remember the red roots w…

The lamp-lit page is turned, the d… The music changes tone, you wake,… Deep worlds you lived before, deep… Of leaf on falling leaf, music on… Rain and sorrow and wind and dust…