That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spe… Of you and me?

I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place

He was leaning by a face, He was looking into eyes, And he knew a trysting-place, And he heard seductive sighs; But the face,

I dream that the dearest I ever k… Has died and been entombed. I am sure it’s a dream that cannot… But I am so overgloomed By its persistence, that I would…

Thirty-two years since, up against… Seven shapes, thin atomies to lowe… Labouringly leapt and gained thy g… And four lives paid for what the s… They were the first by whom the de…

‘What do you see in that time-touc… When nothing is there But ashen blankness, although you… A rigid stare? ’You look not quite as if you saw,

Somewhere afield here something li… In Earth’s oblivious eyeless trus… That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust The dust of the lark that Shelley…

In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planne… Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires,

I wandered to a crude coast Like a ghost; Upon the hills I saw fires - Funeral pyres Seemingly - and heard breaking

Her house looked cold from the fog… And the square of each window a du… Where showed no stir: Yes, her gloom within at the lack… Seemed matching mine at the lack o…

Moments the mightiest pass calenda… And when the Absolute In backward Time outgave the deed… Whereby all life is stirred: “Let one be born and throned whose…

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk, With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame

Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the… performance on behalf of Lady Jeu… BEFORE we part to alien thought… Permit the one brief word the occa… —When mumming and grave projects a…

THE years have gathered grayly Since I danced upon this leaze With one who kindled gayly Love’s fitful ecstasies! But despite the term as teacher,

I MARKED her ruined hues, Her custom-straitened views, And asked, “Can there indwell My Amabel?” I looked upon her gown,