JUST now, Out of the strange Still dusk . . . as strange, as st… A white moth flew . . . Why am I… So cold?

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

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

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…

Not thou, White rose, but thy Ensanguined sister is The dear companion of my heart’s Shed blood.

As it Were tissue of silver I’ll wear, O Fate, thy grey, And go mistily radiant, clad Like the moon.

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

Oh Lady, let the sad tears fall To speak thy pain, Gently as through the silver dusk The silver rain. Oh, let thy bosom breathe its grie…

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

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?

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

As I went, as I went Over the mountains, I heard, I heard, Through cloud-wreath and mist, A hound that was baying -

Nor stars . . the dark . . and in The dark the grey Ghost glimmer of the olive trees The black straight rows Of Cypresses.

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

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