All day, all day I brush My golden strands of hair; All day I wait and wait.. Ah, who is there? Who calls? Who calls? The gold

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

With swift Great sweep of her Magnificent arm my pain Clanged back the doors that shut m… From life.

If it Were lighter touch Than petal of flower resting On grass, oh still too heavy it we… Too heavy!

Musicians O Musicians: Heartseas… Heartsease: an you will have me li… Light wind in the small green leav… Play, oh play, my sad heart ease; Birds, shake from your wilding thr…

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

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

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

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

These be three silent things: The falling snow . . . the hour Before the dawn . . . the mouth of… Just dead.

(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.

Little my lacking fortunes show For this to eat and that to wear; Yet laughing, Soul, and gaily go! An obol pays the Stygian fare. London, 1910

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

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.