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

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,

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

No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!

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!

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

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?

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

The poet pursues his beautiful the… The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream… The glittering, will-o’-the-wispis… Of the properly scholarly attitude…

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

You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

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

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

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