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

What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?

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

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

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

So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.

Avis, the fair, at dawn Rose lightly from her bed, Herself arrayed, Avis, the fait, the maid, In vestiment of lawn;

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

‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…

The morning is new and the skies a… The day cometh in with the sun and… Hasten, belov’ed! For see, while you were yet sleepi… The cool and virgin feet of dawn w…

(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember 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?

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

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

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