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

Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.

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.

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

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

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

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

Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad

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

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

Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.

Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!

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

O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna! (You must say it nine times, curts… In rose-pale, fading blue of twili… See, the new moon’s thin crescent… Nine times I’ll curtsey murmuring…