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

Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?

Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?

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

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,

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

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

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

Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.

Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.

Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…

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

I have no heart for noon-tide and… But I will take me where more ten… Shakes, fold on fold, her dewy dar… And shelters me that I may weep i… And feel no pitying eyes, and hear…

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?

I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me