Have yet forgot, sweet birds, How near the heaven’s lie? Drooping, sick-pinion’d, oh Have yet forgot the sky? The air that once I knew

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

Madonna, Madonnina Sat by the grey road-side, Saint Joseph her beside, And Our Lord at her breast; Oh they were fain to rest,

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

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

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

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

(1) The rose new-opening saith, And the dew of the morning saith, (Fallen leaves and vanished dew) Remember death.

Is it as plainly in our living sho… By slant and twist, which way the…

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

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

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

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

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

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