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

The clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!

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;

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -

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

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

Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and

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

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

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

Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…

If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!

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

Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad