You need not call at the Inn; I have ordered my bed: Fair linen sheets therein And a tester of lead. No musty fusty scents

If you and I Had wings to fly - Great wings like seagulls’ wings - How would we soar Above the roar

LIKE crimson lamps the tulips sw… The lily flowers their incense bri… The daisies votive garlands fling Before the altar of the Spring. And you and I in this green May,

THE white snow falls on hill and… The snow falls white by square and… Falls on the town, a bridal veil, And on the fields a winding-sheet. A winding-sheet for last year’s fl…

PART I UNDER the shade of convent tower… Where fast and vigil mark the hour… From childhood into youth there gr… A maid as fresh as April dew,

AND I shall lie alone at last, Clear of the stream that ran so fa… And feel the flower roots in my ha… And in my hands the roots of trees… Myself wrapt in the ungrudging pea…

WHILE baby Spring sticks daisie… Or Summer laughs with flushed tri… We crush our heart rebellious at e… And smile ‘How, like the season,… But when the last leaf falls in th…

WHERE baby oaks play in the bree… Among wood-sorrel and fringed fern… Through the green garments of the… The quivering shafts of sunlight b… And all along the wet green ride

GOOD-NIGHT, my Heart, my Hear… Oh, good and dear and fair, With lips of life and eyes of ligh… And roses in your hair. To-morrow brings the other crown,

ONCE I loved, and my heart bowed… Subject and slave, for Love was a… He sat above with sceptre and crow… Turning his eyes from my sorrowing… The laugh of a god on his lips lay…

Now that the sunlight dies in my e… And the moonlight grows in my hair… I who was never very wise, Never was very fair, Virgin and martyr all my life,

_From the Portuguese._ HEAVY my heart is, heavy to carr… Full of soft foldings, of downy en… And the outer fold of all is love, And the next soft fold is love,

THE long white windows blankly st… Across the sodden, tangled grass, Weed-covered are the pathways wher… No footsteps ever pass; No whispers wake, no kisses die,

Across the field of day In sudden blazon lay The pallid bar of gold Borne on the shield of day. Night had endured so long,

THIS is a place where men laid t… Each with his life-tale of good or… Here prayers were murmured and hot… And passionate anguish moaned its… Silent now is each voice that crie…