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.

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…

DRINK of our Cup—of the red win… All the wild shames that have crus… Passion that twists in it, Madnes… Fever that yearns in it, Folly th… Drink of our Cup! It is Love, it…

Round them a fierce, wide, crazy n… Heaves with crushed lips and glowi… Against the huge and drowsy sun. Beneath them turn the glittering t… Where dizzy waters reel with gold,

Are you my songs, importunate of p… Be still, remember for your comfor… That sweeter birds have had less l… Before men piped them from their l… Greener leaves than yours are lost…

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…

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

THOU singest, thou, me seems, Coming from high Parnassus; where… Beside the silent streams, Among fast-fading blooms, hath fas… A pillow of pale dreams;

You give me no portent of imperman… Though before sun goes you are lon… Your bright, inherited crown Withered and fallen down. It seems that your blue immobility

COME here, rekindle the old fire… This last night leave no lamp unli… In later days we twain shall sit, Remembering the joys of it,— The warmth and sweetness of desire…

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…

CHANGE shall accustom me in aft… To kingdom’s builded on life’s ove… Onward with other poets I shall g… Unpraised of thee. though praised… Until the vine that thou hast quck…

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,

I came by night to Thèlus wood, And though in dark and desperate p… Stubborned with wire and brown wit… Undaunted April crept and sewed Her violets in dead men’s faces,

Here in a quiet and dusty room the… Faded as crumbled stone or shiftin… Forlorn as ashes, shrivelled, scen… Meadows and gardens running throug… In this brown husk a dale of hawth…