Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and

Three grey women walk with me Fate and Grief and Memory. My fate brought grief; my grief mu… With me through Eternity, Such thy power, memory.

Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…

The cold With steely clutch Grips all the land. .alack The little people in the hills Will die!

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

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

Have yet forgot, sweet birds, How near the heaven’s lie? Drooping, sick-pinion’d, oh Have yet forgot the sky? The air that once I knew

Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,

Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and

JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?

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

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…

Burdock, Blue aconite, And thistle and thorn. .of these Singing I wreathe my pretty wreat… O’death.

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

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