If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather, Blown fields or flowerful closes,

Is thine hour come to wake, O slu… Hath not the Dawn a message in th… Though thou be stone and sleep, ye… When the word falls from heaven—L… Thou knowest we would not do thee…

Crowned, girdled, garbed and shod… Son first-born of the morning, sov… Soul nearest ours of all, that wer… Most far off in the abysm of time,… Hung highest above the dawn-enkind…

My brother, my Valerius, dearest… Of all whose crowning bay-leaves c… Rome, in the notes first heard of… My brother. No dust that death or time can str…

THUNDER: the flesh quails, and… Night: east, west, south, and nort… Star upon struggling star strives… Star after shuddering star the dee… The very throne of night, her very…

THERE WAS a graven image of De… Painted with red blood on a ground… Passing between the young men and… And by him Pain, whose body shone… And Pleasure with gaunt hands tha…

By the waters of Babylon we sat d… Remembering thee, That for ages of agony hast endure… And wouldst not see. By the waters of Babylon we stood…

I—In Church Thou whose birth on earth Angels sang to men, While thy stars made mirth, Saviour, at thy birth,

WHEN the hounds of spring are on…    The mother of months in meadow… Fills the shadows and windy places    With lisp of leaves and ripple… And the brown bright nightingale a…

Mad March, with the wind in his w… Leaps from heaven, and the deep da… Hails re-risen again from the dead Mad March. Soft small flames on rowan and lar…

CHORUS If with voice of words or prayers… We thy latter sons, the men thine… We the children of thy grey-grown… O our mother everlasting, we besee…

Here, where the world is quiet, Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds’ and spent waves’ riot In doubtful dreams of dreams; I watch the green field growing

Strong as death, and cruel as the… Clothed with cloud and tempest’s b… Known of death’s dread self, whom… Strong as death, Love, brow-bound with anguish for…

A LITTLE marsh-plant, yellow gr… And pricked at lip with tender red… Tread close, and either way you tr… Some faint black water jets betwee… Lest you should bruise the curious…

Love lies bleeding in the bed wher… Roses lean with smiling mouths or… Earth lies laughing where the sun’… Love lies bleeding. Stately shine his purple plumes, e…