When Dawn strides out to wake a d… Across green fields and yellow hil… The little twittering birds laugh… And poise triumphant on his shinin… He bears a sword of flame but not…

(For S.M.L.) I like to look at the blossomy tra… But it isn’t half so fine a sight… When it all was covered over with… And over the crisp and radiant roa…

Not on the lute, nor harp of many… Shall all men praise the Master o… Our life is brief, one saith, and… And skilled must be the laureates… Silent, O lips that utter foolish…

“Dulce et decorum est” The bugle echoes shrill and sweet, But not of war it sings to-day. The road is rhythmic with the feet Of men-at-arms who come to pray.

There’s a brook on the side of Gr… But there’s nothing there now but… I fished there many a Summer day… And I never quit without getting… There was a man, Dave Lilly, who…

With shameless and incessant lust Thy tremulous hot hands are thrust Upon my body’s loveliness. O loathsome Age, thy foul caress Puts on my heart a deadly blight,

(For Aline) From what old ballad, or from what… Did you descend to glorify the ear… Was it from Chaucer’s singing boo… Or did Watteau’s small brushes gi…

In alien earth, across a troubled… His body lies that was so fair and… His mouth is stopped, with half hi… His arm is still, that struck to m… But let no cloud of lamentation be

No longer of Him be it said “He hath no place to lay His head… In every land a constant lamp Flames by His small and mighty ca… There is no strange and distant pl…

(For Aline) Homer, they tell us, was blind and… Looking up into his own and reflec… Yet did he seem Gifted with eyes that could follow…

There was a gentle hostler (And blessed be his name!) He opened up the stable The night Our Lady came. Our Lady and Saint Joseph,

Now is the rhymer’s honest trade A thing for scornful laughter made… The merchant’s sneer, the clerk’s… These are the burden of our pain. Because of you did this befall,

(For Thomas Walsh) On nights like this the huddled sh… Are like white clouds upon the gra… And merry herdsmen guard their sle… And chat and watch the big stars p…

For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races To a goal no foot can reach, For reckless leaps into darkness

Because we never build a nest And no one of us ever sings, We are the butt of every jest That strutting loud-mouthed robin… Unless the field with laughter rin…