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

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

JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?

If illness’ end be health regained… Will pay you, Asculapeus, when I…

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…

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

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

Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910

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;

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.

‘There’s be no roof to shelter you… You’ll have no where to lay your h… And who will get your food for you… Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fidd…

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?

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…

With night’s Dim veil and blue I will cover my eyes, I will bind close my eyes that are So weary.