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

Fugitive, wistful, Pausing at edge of her going, Autumn, the maiden, turns, Leans to the earth with ineffable Gesture. Ah, more than

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

‘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…

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

My songs to sell, sweet maid! I pray you buy. Here’s one will win a lady’s tears… Here’s one will make her gay, Here’s one will charm your true lo…

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.

Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?

‘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…

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

So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.

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.

Reap, reap the grain and gather The sweet grapes from the vine; Our Lord’s mother is weeping, She hath nor bread nor wine; She is weeping. The Queen of Hea…

In your Curled petals what ghosts Of blue headlands and seas, What perfumed immortal breath sigh… Of Greece.

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