Eyes look into the well,
Tears run down from the eye;
The tower cracked and fell
From the quiet winter sky.
Under a midnight stone

He told us we were free to choose
But, children as we were, we thoug
“Paternal Love will only use
Force in the last resort
On those too bumptious to repent.”

Ares at last has quit the field,
The bloodstains on the bushes yiel
To seeping showers,
And in their convalescent state
The fractured towns associate

Let a florid music praise,
The flute and the trumpet,
Beauty’s conquest of your face:
In that land of flesh and bone,
Where from citadels on high

Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
Where the culvers white all days a
And the winds from every quarter,
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeab

Around them boomed the rhetoric of
The smells and furniture of the kn
Where conscience worshipped an aes
And what was unsuccessful was cond
And, at the centre of its vast sel

And the traveller hopes: “Let me
Physician”; and the ports have nam
The citiless, the corroding, the s
And North means to all: “Reject”.
And the great plains are for ever

“O where are you going?” said read
“That valley is fatal where furnac
Yonder’s the midden whose odours w
That gap is the grave where the ta
“O do you imagine,” said fearer to

Lady, weeping at the crossroads,
Would you meet your love
In the twilight with his greyhound
And the hawk on his glove?
Bribe the birds then on the branch

“O who can ever gaze his fill,”
Farmer and fisherman say,
“On native shore and local hill,
Grudge aching limb or callus on th
Father, grandfather stood upon thi