Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.

Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.

If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…

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

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

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?

All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold

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…

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…

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,

Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,

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

With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.

No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!