Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:
Even like these to rail and sweat

A BLOODY and a sudden end,
Gunshot or a noose,
For Death who takes what man woul
Leaves what man would lose.
He might have had my sister,

When Loie Fuller’s Chinese dance
A shining web, a floating ribbon o
It seemed that a dragon of air
Had fallen among dancers, had whir
Or hurried them off on its own fur

IN tombs of gold and lapis lazuli
Bodies of holy men and women exude
Miraculous oil, odour of violet.
But under heavy loads of trampled
Lie bodies of the vampires full of

He. Dear, I must be gone
While night Shuts the eyes
Of the household spies;
That song announces dawn.
She. No, night’s bird and love’s

THE light of evening, Lissadell,
Great windows open to the south,
Two girls in silk kimonos, both
Beautiful, one a gazelle.
But a raving autumn shears

Under the Great Comedian’s tomb t
A bundle of tempestuous cloud is b
About the sky; where that is clear
Brightness remains; a brighter sta
What shudders run through all that

SADDLE and ride, I heard a man
Out of Ben Bulben and Knocknarea
i{What says the Clock in the Grea
All those tragic characters ride
But turn from Rosses’ crawling ti

FAR-OFF, most secret, and invio
Enfold me in my hour of hours; whe
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepul
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond t
And tumult of defeated dreams; and

I met the Bishop on the road
And much said he and I.
‘Those breasts are flat and fallen
Those veins must soon be dry;
Live in a heavenly mansion,