Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.

Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:

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

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

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

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…

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

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

Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910

The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.

When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,

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

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

I make my shroud, but no one knows… So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows… In door-way where the lilac blows,