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

Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…

I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me

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…

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

Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;

More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow,

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…

You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.

Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,

‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’

The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.

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

Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreat… O’death.

To Walter Savage Landor Ah, Walter, where you lived I rue These days come all too late for m… What matter if her eyes were blue Whose rival is Persephone?