Surely among a rich man s flowering lawn… Amid the rustle of his planted hills, Life overflows without ambitious pains; And rains down life until the basin spil… And mounts more dizzy high the more it r…

I lived among great houses, Riches drove out rank, Base drove out the better blood, And mind and body shrank. No Oscar ruled the table,

i{"Though to my feathers in the wet,} i{I have stood here from break of day.} i{I have not found a thing to eat,} i{For only rubbish comes my way.} i{Am I to live on lebeen-lone?'}

Undying love to buy I wrote upon The corners of this eye All wrongs done. What payment were enough

I sing what was lost and dread what was… I walk in a battle fought over again, My king a lost king, and lost soldiers m… Feet to the Rising and Setting may run, They always beat on the same small stone…

“Love is all Unsatisfied That cannot take the whole Body and soul”; And that is what Jane said.

Shepherd. That cry’s from the first cuc… I wished before it ceased. Goatherd. Nor bird nor beast Could make me wish for anything this day… Being old, but that the old alone might…

IF you have revisited the town, thin Sh… Whether to look upon your monument (I wonder if the builder has been paid) Or happier-thoughted when the day is spe… To drink of that salt breath out of the…

Kusta Ben Luka is my name, I write To Abd Al-Rabban; fellow-roysterer onc… Now the good Caliph’s learned Treasurer… And for no ear but his. Carry this letter

WE sat together at one summer’s end, That beautiful mild woman, your close fr… And you and I, and talked of poetry. I said, 'A line will take us hours mayb… Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thoug…

THE Roaring Tinker if you like, But Mannion is my name, And I beat up the common sort And think it is no shame. The common breeds the common,

Sickness brought me this Thought, in that scale of his: Why should I be dismayed Though flame had burned the whole World, as it were a coal,

THE GYRES! the gyres! Old Rocky Fac… Things thought too long can be no longer… For beauty dies of beauty, worth of wort… And ancient lineaments are blotted out. Irrational streams of blood are staining…