All night the cocks crew, under a… And I, in the cage of sleep, on a… Shed tears, like a task not to be… In the false light, false grief in… A labor of tears, set against joy’…

When beauty breaks and falls asund… I feel no grief for it, but wonder… When love, like a frail shell, lie… I keep no chip of it for token. I never had a man for friend

Love me because I am lost; Love me that I am undone. That is brave,—no man has wished i… Not one. Be strong, to look on my heart

Now that I have your face by hear… Less at its features than its dark… Where quince and melon, yellow as… Lie with quilled dahlias and the s… Beyond, a garden, There, in insol…

Up from the bronze, I saw Water without a flaw Rush to its rest in air, Reach to its rest, and fall. Bronze of the blackest shade,

You may have all things from me, s… The slight life in my throat will… For your love, nor your loss, nor… Shall I be made a panderer to dea… Dig the green ground for darkness…

I came here, being stricken, stumb… At last from streets; the sun, dec… For days, the time being the last… The thickets not yet stark, but qu… With tiny colors, like some brush…

I had come to the house, in a cave… Facing a sheer sky. Everything moved,—a bell hung read… Sun and reflection wheeled by. When the bare eyes were before me

This youth too long has heard the… Of waters in a land of change. He goes to see what suns can make From soil more indurate and strang… He cuts what holds his days togeth…

The landscape where I lie Again from boughs sets free Summer; all night must fly In wind’s obscurity The thick green leaves that made

Here, in the withered arbor, like… Straight sides, carven knees, Stands the statue, with hands flun… Or remonstrances. Over the lintel sway the woven bra…

Who, in the dark, has cast the har… This is no journey to a land we kn… The autumn night receives us, hoar… Storm flakes with roaring foam the… Sodden with summer, stupid with it…

In fear of the rich mouth I kissed the thin,— Even that was a trap To snare me in. Even she, so long

Women have no wilderness in them, They are provident instead, Content in the tight hot cell of t… To eat dusty bread. They do not see cattle cropping re…

Hypocrite Swift now takes an elde… He lifts Vanessa’s hand. Cudsho,… Drink Wexford Ale and quaff down… But never love. He buys new caps; he and Lord Sta…