Where had her sweetness gone? What fanatics invent In this blind bitter town, Fantasy or incident Not worth thinking of,

I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven… Make their faint thunder, and the garden… Hum in the lime-tree flowers; and put aw… The unavailing outcries and the old bitt… That empty the heart. I have forgot awh…

Much did I rage when young, Being by the world oppressed, But now with flattering tongue It speeds the parting guest.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth,

POUR wine and dance if manhood still h… Bring roses if the rose be yet in bloom; The cataract smokes upon the mountain si… Our Father Rosicross is in his tomb. Pull down the blinds, bring fiddle and c…

O cloud-pale eyelids, dream-dimmed eyes, The poets labouring all their days To build a perfect beauty in rhyme Are overthrown by a woman’s gaze And by the unlabouring brood of the skie…

O THOUGHT, fly to her when the end o… Awakens an old memory, and say, ‘Your strength, that is so lofty and fie… It might call up a new age, calling to m… The queens that were imagined long ago,

O HURRY where by water among the tree… The delicate-stepping stag and his lady… When they have but looked upon their ima… Would none had ever loved but you and I… Or have you heard that sliding silver-sh…

Laughter not time destroyed my voice And put that crack in it, And when the moon’s pot-bellied I get a laughing fit, For that old Madge comes down the lane,

I THOUGHT of your beauty, and this a… Made out of a wild thought, is in my mar… There’s no man may look upon her, no man… As when newly grown to be a woman, Tall and noble but with face and bosom

WE have cried in our despair That men desert, For some trivial affair Or noisy, insolent sport, Beauty that we have won