Than spring’s new scents The winter’s earliest wind Blows from the hills the first fai… Of Snow. Why have I

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

Art thou Not kin to him Who loved Mark’s wife and both Died for it? O, thou harper in Green woods?

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

Grey gaolers are my griefs That will not let me free; The bitterness of tears Is warder unto me. I may not leap or run;

You nor I nor nobody knows Where our daily-taken breath Vanisheth and vanisheth: Where our lost breath’s flying goe… You nor I nor nobody knows.

The poet pursues his beautiful the… The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream… The glittering, will-o’-the-wispis… Of the properly scholarly attitude…

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

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

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.

Well and If day on day Follows and weary year On year . . . and ever days and ye… Well?

I have no heart for noon-tide and… But I will take me where more ten… Shakes, fold on fold, her dewy dar… And shelters me that I may weep i… And feel no pitying eyes, and hear…

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

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

Seen on a night in November How frail Above the bulk Of crashing water hangs, Autumn, evanescent, wan,