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

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

(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.

Not spring’s Thou art, but hers, Most cool, most virginal, Winter’s, with thy faint breath, t… Rose-tinged.

‘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…

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

‘Let me be young,’ the Latmian sh… ‘And let me have on night-time hil… Whom she of Cynthus saw, Heaven’s… And gave his youth and dreams her… What news comrade upon the mountai…

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

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

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

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

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

The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.

The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…

Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…