All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.

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

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

Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still

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

‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.

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

THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?

Hear thou my lamentation, Eros, Aphrodite’s son! My heart is broken and my days are… Where the woods are dark and the s… Eros!

The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’€… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

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

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,