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Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?
Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…
(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.
Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I
As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -
Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…
Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.
So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?
Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?
Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.
Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.
Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look In the pages of my book; And as these thy hand doth turn, Know here is my funeral urn.
Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.
How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…