‘WHY do You thus devise Evil against her?’ ‘For that She is beautiful, delicate; Therefore.’

Thou beautiful and ivory gates That shut my tears away from me - Even, at last, such refuge yield That great, safe doors of Ebony.

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’€… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

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

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

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

Joy! Joy! Joy! The hills are glad, The valleys re-echo with merriment… In my heart is the sound of laught… And my feet dance to the time of i…

All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold

I have minded me Of the noon-day brightness, And the cricket’s drowsy Singing in the sunshine. . I have minded me

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

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

Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…

A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.

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

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