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

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…

Listen . . . With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts, The leaves, frost-crisp’d, break f… And fall.

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.

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

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

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

As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -

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 clustered Gods, the marching… The mighty-limbed, deep-bosomed T… The shimmering grey-gold London f… I wish that Phidias could see!

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

I make my shroud, but no one knows… So shimmering fine it is and fair, With stitches set in even rows, I make my shroud, but no one knows… In door-way where the lilac blows,

Meet thou the event And terrible happening of Thine end: for thou art come Upon the remote, cold place Of ultimate dissolution and

And the centurion who stood by sai… Truly this was a son of God. Not long ago but everywhere I go There is a hill and a black windy… Portent of hill, sky, day’s eclips…

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