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So may you sleep alway, My baby, my dear son: Amen, Amen, Amen. My baby, my dear son.
The poet pursues his beautiful the… The preacher his golden beatitude; And I run after a vanishing dream… The glittering, will-o’-the-wispis… Of the properly scholarly attitude…
As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -
A-sway, On red rose, A golden butterfly. . And on my heart a butterfly Night-wing’d.
Look up . . . From bleakening hills Blows down the light, first breath Of wintry wind . . . look up, and… The snow!
‘There’s be no roof to shelter you… You’ll have no where to lay your h… And who will get your food for you… Star-dust pays for no man’s bread. So, Jacky, come give me your fidd…
Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and
What words Are left thee then Who hast squandered on thy Forgetfulness eternity’s I Love?
If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!
(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.
But me They cannot touch, Old age and death. .the strange And ignominious end of old Dead folk!
Lo, All the Way, Look you, I said, the clouds will… Grow clear, the road Be easier for my travelling the fi… So sodden and dead,
I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these.
Ere the horne’d owl hoot Once and twice and thrice there sh… Go among the blind brown worms News of thy great burial; When the pomp is passed away,
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.