Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?

Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light?

Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.

‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:

(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.

The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…

Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!

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…

But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!

And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…

JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?

Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,