IT was the fairy of the place, Moving within a little light, Who touched with dim and shadowy g… The conflict at its fever height. It seemed to whisper “Quietness,”

IN day from some titanic past it… As if a thread divine of memory ru… Born ere the Mighty One began his… Or yet were stars and suns. But here an iron will has fixed th…

THE TWINKLING mists of green… Afloat in the abyss of air, From out the window high and old We watched together there. The monstrous fabric of the town

HOW came this pigmy rabble spun, After the gods and kings of old, Upon a tapestry begun With threads of silver and of gold… In heaven began the heroic tale

I BEGIN through the grass once… I can see, through a face that has… Of the earth, of the mother, my he… As I lie ’mid the cool green tres… I begin with the grass once again…

TWILIGHT, a timid fawn, went g… And Night, the dark-blue hunter,… Ceaseless pursuit and flight were… But the long chase had ceased for… We watched together while the driv…

LIKE winds or waters were her wa… The flowing tides, the airy stream… Are troubled not by any dreams; They know the circle of their days… Like winds or waters were her ways…

WITH eyes all untroubled she lau… Bending beneath the creel with the… Till evening with pearl dew dims t… And night lit with dreamlight enfo… Then she will wander, her heart al…

DO you not feel the white glow in… That is the flame of love I send… Not a wafted kiss, hardly a whispe… But love itself that flies as a wh… Let it dwell there, let it rest th…

WHO would think this quiet breath… From the world had taken flight? Yet within the form we see there Wakes the Golden King to-night. Out upon the face of faces

ONE thing in all things have I s… One thought has haunted earth and… Clangour and silence both have bee… Its palace chambers. Everywhere I saw the mystic vision flow

WHO are exiles? As for me Where beneath the diamond dome Lies the light on hill or tree, There my palace is and home. Who are lonely lacking care?

OH, if my spirit may foretell Or earlier impart, It is because I always dwell With morning in my heart. I feel the keen embrace of light

THE GREY road whereupon we trod… The eve was all one voice that bre… And burning multitudes pour throug… Too swift and hurried in their fli… Twin gates unto that living world,…

WHERE are now the dreams divine, Fires that lit the dawning soul, As the ruddy colours shine Through an opal aureole? Moving in a joyous trance,