Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!

Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?

With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.

Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,

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…

Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,

A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.

What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’€… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.

In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried

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

Too far afield thy search. Nay, t… At thine own elbow potent Memory… Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostl…

Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?

Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and