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

Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreat… O’death.

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

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

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

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

Keep thou Thy tearless watch All night but when blue-dawn Breathes on the silver moon, then… Then weep!

Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,

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…

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,

He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…

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,

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

‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue

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