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

When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,

The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.

Great Kings were dust and all the… Did my harp’s taut and burnished s… The fragrance of dead ladies’ love… Blew never down but for my lute.

Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910

Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…

Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but

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!

‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’

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

How can you lie so still? All day… And never a blade of all the green… To show where restlessly you toss… And fling a desperate arm or draw… Stiffened and aching from their lo…

With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.

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

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

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