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

To Walter Savage Landor Ah, Walter, where you lived I rue These days come all too late for m… What matter if her eyes were blue Whose rival is Persephone?

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…

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

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

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

THE old Old winds that blew When chaos was, what do They tell the clattered trees that… Should weep?

The immemorial grief of all years Burdes my heart sorely, and the ye… Of slow eternal crying stain my ch… Forever and forever my soul speaks Saying: I am thy self: Look on me…

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

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

A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…

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.

The long night through and still a… Estranged from eyes that very wear… Makes blind to dawn.

No guile? Nay, but so strangely He moves among us. . Not this Man but Barabbas! Release to us Barabbas!

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