The twisted rhombs ceased their cl
The scorched laurel lay in the fir
The moon still declined to descend
But the black ominous owl hoot was
And one raft bears our fates

Lord God of heaven that with merc
Th’alternate prayer wheel of the n
Eternal hath to thee, and in whose
Our days as rain drops in the sea
As bright white drops upon a leade

The phoenix are at play on their t
The phoenix are gone, the river H
Flowers and grass
Cover over the dark path
where lay the dynastic house of th

That was the top of the walk, when
‘Have you seen any others, any of
With apes or bears?’
A brown upstanding fellow
Not like the half-castes,

Your mind and you are our Sargass
London has swept about you this sc
And bright ships left you this or
Ideas, old gossip, oddments of all
Strange spars of knowledge and dim

Io! Io! Tamuz!
The Dryad staiids in my court-yar
With plaintive, querulous crying.
(Tamuz. Io! Tamuz!)
Oh, no, she is not crying: ‘Tamuz

The rustling of the silk is discon
Dust drifts over the court-yard,
There is no sound of foot-fall, an
Scurry into heaps and lie still,
And she the rejoicer of the heart

“Tout aux tavernes et aux filles.”
Suppose you screeve? or go cheap-j
Or fake the broads? or fig a nag?
Or thimble-rig? or knap a yack?
Or pitch a snide? or smash a rag?

The apparition of these faces in t
Petals on a wet, black bough.

These tales of old disguisings, ar
Strange myths of souls that found
Unwonted folk that spake an hostil
Some soul from all the rest who’d
The star—span acres of a former lo