THE hand of carnival was at my do… I listened to its knocking, and sp… Faith was forgotten, Duty led no… I heard a wonton revelry in the to… The Carnival ran in my veins like…

Is it not brave to be a king, Tec… Usumcasane and Theridamas, Is it not passing brave to be a ki… And ride in triumph through Perse… Bring the great words that scourge…

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—

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.

O, MANDRAGORA, many sing in p… Of life, and death, and immortalit… Of passion, that goes famished all… Of Faith, or fantasy; Thou, all unpraised, unsung, I ma…

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

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 . .…

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

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…

I am not true, but you would pardo… If you could see the tortured spir… Its place beside you in the dark,… Your daily food of love and kindli… You’d guess the bitter thing that…

BELOW, the street was hoarse wit… With groan of carts and scuffling… With laughter worse than blasphemi… Was choked with dust and blind wit… This room was still—too still for…

FAREWELL is said! Yea, but I… All that my Greeting gave. In you hath Hope her doom and Joy… Still you go crowned with old imag… Clad in the purple that young pass…

BRING out your dead before you r… From lips beloved infection dread; Above such brows ye dare not weep! Bring out your dead Into the street from breast or bed…

O YE, who rode the gales of Sici… Sandalled with flame, Spread on the pirate winds; o ye w… No wind-flower as ye came— Though Pelion shivered when the t…

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,