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…

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?

I make my shroud, but no one knows… So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows… In door-way where the lilac blows,

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

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

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

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.

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

The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.

‘There’s be no roof to shelter you… You’ll have no where to lay your h… And who will get your food for you… Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fidd…

Was it love breathed on us as on t… Dawn breathes for a short space an… Or loved we never at all who but m… With too dim vision the guarded my… Were we unfaithful or were we unwi…

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

(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.

White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…

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