Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds rejoice. Her face was wise and solemn,

Romance was always young. You come today Just eight years old With marvellous dark hair. Younger than Dante found you

Thou wilt not sentence to eternal… My soul that prays that it may sle… Like a white statue dropped into t… Covered with sand, covered with ch… And slave-bones, tossed from many…

The moon’s a brass-hooped water-ke… A wondrous water-feast. If I could climb the ridge and dr… And give drink to my beast; If I could drain that keg, the fl…

Would I might wake in you the whi… Of Michelangelo, who hewed the st… And Night and Day revealed, whose… Could draw the face of God, the t… Whose genius smote like lightning…

Once, in the city of Kalamazoo, The gods went walking, two and two… With the friendly phoenix, the sta… The speaking pony and singing lion… For in Kalamazoo in a cottage apa…

The moon is now an opening flower, The sky a cliff of blue. The moon is now a silver rose; Her pollen is the dew. Her pollen is the mist that swings

A BROADSIDE DISTRI… Censers are swinging, Over the town; Censers are swinging, Look overhead!

The Jazz-bird sings a barnyard so… A cock-a-doodle bray, A jingle-bells, a boiler works, A he-man’s roundelay. The eagle said, ‘My noisy son,

Where does Cinderella sleep? By far-off day-dream river. A secret place her burning Prince Decks, while his heart-strings qui… Homesick for our cinder world,

A Chant for Boys with Manly Voic… (Every line sung one step deeper t… Any sky-bird sings, Ring, ring! Any church-chime rings,

The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu he can get, The lion-family is upset. He cuffs his wife and bites her ea…

In this, the City of my Disconten… Sometimes there comes a whisper fr… “Romance, Romance—is here. No Hi… Is quite so strange. No Citadel o… By Sinbad found, held half such l…

DEDICATED TO LUCY BATES (Being a reminiscence of certain p… Oh, cabaret dancer, I know… Whose eyes have not looked on the… I know a dancer, I…

No doubt to-morrow I will hide My face from you, my King. Let me rejoice this Sunday noon, And kneel while gray priests sing. It is not wisdom to forget.