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

Still as On windless nights The moon-cast shadows are, So still will be my heart when I Am dead.

But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!

Scarlet the poppies Blue the corn-flowers, Golden the wheat. Gold for the Eternal: Blue for Our Lady:

Lo, how they weave– the imperturba… Those threads that are my destiny: Steadily at the eternal task they’… Industrious . . . indifferent . .… Weave, Fates! And what your spins…

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…

In the cold I will rise, I will b… In waters of ice; myself Will shiver, and shrive myself, Alone in the dawn, and anoint Forehead and feet and hands;

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

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

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

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

Force and bluster? Mighty threate… Scorn I lightly, - Not for these. Tell me when shall great Orion Catch the flying Pleuades?

(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.

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.

Thou hast Drawn laughter from A well of secret tears And thence so elvish it rings, –mo… And sweet.