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…

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…

As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -

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

As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.

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

Never the nightingale, Oh, my dear, Never again the lark Thou wilt hear; Though dusk and the morning still

‘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…

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…

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!

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

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

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

Dost thou Not feel them slip, How cold! how cold! the moon’s Thin wavering finger-tips, along Thy throat?

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