This war’s dead heroes, who has se… They rise in smoke above the burni… Faint clouds, dissolving into sky— And who sifting the Libyan sand c… The tracery of a human hand,

Night comes, an angel stands Measuring out the time of stars, Still are the winds, and still the… It would be peace to lie Still in the still hours at the an…

I came too late to the hills: they… Winters before I was born of song… Of spell or speech with power of o… The great ash long dead by a roofl… The voice of the crows an inarticu…

Where is the seed Of the tree felled, Of the forest burned, Or living root Under ash and cinders?

I saw the sun step like a gentlema… Dressed in black and proud as sin. I saw the sun walk across London Like a young M. P., risen to the… His step was light, his tread was…

There is a fish, that quivers in t… itself a shadow, but its shadow, c… Catch it again and again, it still… Against the flowing stream, its li… with death - the impulse and the f…

O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of l… but let its million palms unfold the adoration of the trees. It is a love in darkness wrought

Behind the tree, behind the house,… In the presence that I cannot see Otherwise than as house and stars… Tree, house and stars Extend to infinity within themselv…

Primrose, anemone, bluebell, moss Grow in the Kingdom of the Cross And the ash-tree’s purple bud Dresses the spear that sheds his b… With the thorns that pierce his br…

Day is the hero’s shield, Achilles’ field, The light days are the angels. We the seed. Against eternal light and gorgon’s…

A Gaelic bard they praise who in… Named the one indivisible soul of… For what are the bens and the glen… Immeasurable complexities of soul? What are these isles but a song su…

Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over— all the stories are told,