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

THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’€… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

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

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

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

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…

Little Sister Rose-Marie, Will thy feet as willing-light Run through Paradise, I wonder, As they run the blue skies under, Willing feet, so airy-light?

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

‘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…

I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.

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

Lo, how they weave– the imperturba… Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’… Industrious . . . indifferent . .… Weave, Fates! And what your spins…

Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…

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