As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -

The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.

Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.

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

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

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;

A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.

Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?

Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,

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

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

Lo, how they weave– the imperturba… Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’… Industrious . . . indifferent . .… Weave, Fates! And what your spins…

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

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

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