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

For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin,

Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.

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

A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…

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

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:

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.

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

What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?

If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!

He comes from Mass early in the m… The sky’s the very blue Madonna w… The air’s alive with gold! Mark y… The birds sing and the dusted shim… On leaf and fruit?..Per Bacco, wh…

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!

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