In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;

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

Wouldst thou find my ashes? Look In the pages of my book; And as these thy hand doth turn, Know here is my funeral urn.

A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,

Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?

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

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

These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.

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

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

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

White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…

The shadowy boy of night Crosses the dusking land; He sows his poppy-seeds With steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night

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

Have yet forgot, sweet birds, How near the heaven’s lie? Drooping, sick-pinion’d, oh Have yet forgot the sky? The air that once I knew