‘THESE are the floating berries… They drop their harvest in dark al… Softly far down on groves of Venu… Forgotten at the world’s edge—and… Unlocks all closed things, eyes an…

GUTTED of station, noise alone, The crow’s voice trembles down the… As if this nitrous flange of stone Wept suddenly with such a cry; As if the rock found lips to sigh,

You can shuffle and scuffle and sc… You can rattle the knockers and kn… Or batter the doorsteps with bucke… Till the Deputy-Governor sobs. You can sneak up a suitable plank

‘BEES of old Spanish wine Pipe at this Inn to-night, Music and candleshine Fill the dim chambers . . . . ’Fans toss and ladies pace,

SOMETIMES she is like sherry,… Like light through an oriel window… Sometimes she is the colour of lio… Sometimes as bruised with shadows… Sometimes she moves like rivers, s…

Do you give yourself to me utterly… Body and no-body, flesh and no-fle… Not as a fugitive, blindly or bitt… But as a child might, with no othe… Yes, utterly.

THAT street washed with violet Writes like a tablet Of living here; that pavement Is the metal embodiment Of living here; those terraces

THOU moon, like a white Christus… At the sky’s cross-roads, I’ll co… Though travellers bend up, and see… Let them go truckle with their gif… I’ll ask no favours of thy cocker…

LESBIA’S daughter, I shall tel… Here’s no fit amber for such a dai… Let them embalm your beauty whoso… In boastful odes, I’m a more hone… Lovers’ abodes with poets’ words a…

So quiet it was in that high, sun-… So warm and still, that sometimes… Through the great windows, bright… There’d float a chime from clock-j… Clapping iron mallets on green cop…

Gas flaring on the yellow platform… Milk-tins in cold dented silver; h… Pull up the blind, blink out - all… the slow blowing of passengers asl… engines yawning; water in heavy dr…

IN an old play-house, in an old p… In an old piece that has been done… We dance, kind ladies, noble frien… Observe our modishness, I pray, What dignity the music lends.

MUSIC, on the air’s edge, rides… Plumed like empastured Caesars of… With a god’s helmet; now, in the g… Of sunlight, the iron cloak, the… Melt to enchanted flesh—a voice is…

CAPTAIN Dobbin, having retired… In the dumb tides of, with a handf… A few poisoned arrows, a cask of p… And five thousand pounds in the co… Now sails the street in a brick vi…

GOOD roaring pistol-boys, brave… Good roistering easy maids, blown… On floods of tavern-steam, I gree… With wild Canary, drowned in wine… I’ll swear your round, red faces d…