O My songs, Why do you look so eagerly and so… people’s faces, Will you find your lost dead among…

The gilded phaloi of the crocuses are thrusting at the spring air. Here is there naught of dead gods But a procession of festival, A procession, Giulio Romano,

There is no land like England Where banks rise day by day, There are no banks like English b… To make the people pay. There is no such land of castles

The family position was waning, And on this account the little Au… Who had laughed on eighteen summer… Now bears the palsied contact of…

The salmon-trout drifts in the str… The soul of the salmon-trout float… Like a little wafer of light. The salmon moves in the sun-shot,… As light as the shadow of the fish

The baby new to earth and sky Has never until now Unto himself the question put Or asked us if the cow Is higher in the mental scale

Shades of Callimachus, Coan ghost… It is in your grove I would walk, I who come first from the clear fo… Bringing the Grecian orgies into… and the dance into Italy.

The Sword Singing - The voice of the Sword from the h… Clanging imperious Forth from Time’s battlements

Thou keep’st thy rose-leaf Till the rose-time will be over, Think’st thou that Death will kis… Think’st thou that the Dark House Will find thee such a lover

Cydonian Spring with her attendan… Maelids and water-girls, Stepping beneath a boisterous wind… Throughout this sylvan place Spreads the bright tips,

Kung walked by the dynastic temple and into the cedar grove, and then out by the lower river, And with him Khieu Tchi

A brown, fat babe sitting in the l… And you were glad and laughing With a laughter not of this world. It is good to splash in the water And laughter is the end of all thi…

When the Taihaitian princess Heard that he had decided, She rushed out into the sunlight a… cocoanut palm tree, But he returned to this island

Sez the Times a silver lining Is what has set us pining, Montague, Montague! In the season sad and weary When our minds are very bleary,