I will not have roses in my room a… Nor listen to sonnets of Michael… To-night nor any night, nor fret m… With all the trouble of things tha… I will be as other women-come and…

IN days of ancient history Who were you? Tell me if you know… Between your kisses answer me To-night, Chicot. Were you a faun by Castaly

Dawn has flashed up the startled s… Night has gone out beneath the hil… Many sweet times; before our eyes Dawn makes and unmakes about us st… The magic that we call the rose.

ASK not my pardon! For if one ha… Once to forgive the god that he ha… No further creed Can that god give; but 'neath the… Lies bruisèd like a reed.

THIS POEM, DEDICATED… To twilight heads comes Death as… As with the gentle fading of the y… Fades rose, folds leaf, falls frui… Unquestioning draw near,

REEDS, snake-like, coiled in the… Where the low fog drives: The muddy cough of the stream that… To free its throat from the clot o… As they fight it out the water and…

Unaware of its terror, And but half aware Of the world’s beauty near her– Of sunlight on the stones, And trembling birds in the square,

MOST blessed one, how can I let… Canst thou forswear the nightingal… Stay the young sea from following… Bid hyacinth put out her blue ligh… Thou art not mine but Me! and bei…

DEAD man! will you ride with me, As you rode that night of yore, Will you ride with me, once more To Tintagel by the sea? When those savage words were said—

A STREET at night, a silent squ… That mirth forbids; Whose windows, with drawn lips and… Resent the intruder’s stare. Where winds are cautious in their…

WHO shall forget till his last ho… Until the useful service of the du… Hath drawn the emptying cerements… Until the Earth hath eaten love a… Mirth, Beauty, and their kin . .…

‘I thought you loved me.’ ‘No, it… ‘When we stood there, closer than… Was shining and queer in your hair… ‘That made you?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Just the… Under the tree?’ ‘Well, your mout…

I raised the veil, I loosed the b… I took the dead thing from its pla… Like a warm stream in frozen lands My lips went wandering on her face… My hands burnt in her hands.

Men wondered why I loved you, and… How sweet your slow, divine stupid… Your look of earth, your sense of… So rich, so strange, so all unlike… After the temper of my sails, my l…

The evening found us whom the day… Once more in bitter anger, you and… Over some small, some foolish, tri… Our anger would not decently let d… But dragged between us, shamed and…