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

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

A flickering light near spent Her pale hand bore. Have you seen Angelique? Will she know the place Dead feet must find,

The sun is warm today, O Romulus, and on Thine older Palentine the birds Still sing.

More dim than wining moon Thy face, mort faint Than is the falling wind Thy voice, yet do Thine eyes most strangely glow,

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

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!

Every day, Every day, Tell the hours By their shadows, By their shadows.

Behold her, Running through the waves Eager to reach the land; The water laps her, Sun and wind are on her,

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?

Sea-foam And coral! Oh, I’ll Climb the great pasture rocks And dream me mermaid in the sun’s Gold flood.

Too far afield thy search. Nay, t… At thine own elbow potent Memory… Thy double, and eternity is cupped In the pale hollow of those ghostl…

(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.

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

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