In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.

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

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 -…

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;

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,

Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,

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

Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.

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

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

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

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

In a cave born (Mary said) In a cave is My Son buried

More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow,