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

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

Pain ebbs, And like cool balm, An opiate weariness Settles on eye-lids, on relaxed Pale wrists.

White doves of Cytherea, by your… Across the blue Heaven’s bluest h… And by your certain homing to Lov… Still to be true and ever true -…

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.

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

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

Guardian Of The Treasure Of Sol… And Keeper Of the Prophet’s Armo… My tent A vapour that The wind dispels and but

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

Sun and wind and beat of sea, Great lands stretching endlessly’€… Where be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!

Heard ye the maidens Went through the meadows, Early, O, early, While yet the dew was Wet on the grass?

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

Peter stands by the gate, And Michael by the throne. ‘Peter, I would pass the gate And come before the throne.’ ‘Whose spirit prayed never at the…

Oh me, Was there a time When Paradise knew Eve In this sweet guise, so placid and

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