Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,

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.

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

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

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

JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?

These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.

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

The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.

(Girl’s Song) In Babylon, in Nineveh, And long ago, and far away, The lilies and the lotus blew That are my sweet of youth to-day.

For Aubrey Beardsley’s picture Pierrot is dying: Tiptoe in, Finger touched to lip, Harlequin,

Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.

‘Boy, lying Where the long grass Edges the pool’s brim, What do you watch There in the water? The blue

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

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