BIRD sighs for the air,
Thought for I know not where,
For the womb the seed sighs.
Now sinks the same rest
On mind, on nest,

THE Powers whose name and shape
Have pulled the Immortal Rose;
And though the Seven Lights bowed
The Polar Dragon slept,
His heavy rings uncoiled from glim

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose o
Come near me, while I sing the an
Cuchulain battling with the bitter
The Druid, grey, wood-nurtured, q
Who cast round Fergus dreams, and

When you are old and grey and full
And nodding by the fire, take down
And slowly read, and dream of the
Your eyes had once, and of their s
How many loved your moments of gla

Come, let me sing into your ear;
Those dancing days are gone,
All that silk and satin gear;
Crouch upon a stone,
Wrapping that foul body up

Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
Rise as kindred should.
If ever lover’s loneliness
Came where you stood,
Pray that Heaven protect us

POUR wine and dance if manhood s
Bring roses if the rose be yet in
The cataract smokes upon the mount
Our Father Rosicross is in his to
Pull down the blinds, bring fiddle

Where, where but here have pride a
That long to give themselves for w
To shake their wicked sides at you
Restraining reckless middle-age?

The heron-billed pale cattle-birds
That feed on some foul parasite
Of the Moroccan flocks and herds
Cross the narrow Straits to light
In the rich midnight of the garden

SHE lived in storm and strife,
Her soul had such desire
For what proud death may bring
That it could not endure
The common good of life,