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.

Fate Defied As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad

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

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…

What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?

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

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

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

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

When I was girl by Nilus stream I watched the deserts stars arise; My lover, he who dreamed the Sphi… Learned all his dreaming from eyes… I bore in Greece a burning name,

THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?

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

Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.

Too far afield thy search. Nay, t… At thine own elbow potent Memory… Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostl…

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