THE fascination of what’s difficu
Has dried the sap out of my veins,
Spontaneous joy and natural conten
Out of my heart. There’s somethi
That must, as if it had not holy b

THE island dreams under the dawn
And great boughs drop tranquillity
The peahens dance on a smooth lawn
A parrot sways upon a tree,
Raging at his own image in the ena

I care not what the sailors say:
All those dreadful thunder-stones,
All that storm that blots the day
Can but show that Heaven yawns;
Great Europa played the fool

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

A MAN that had six mortal wounds
Violent and famous, strode among t
Eyes stared out of the branches an
Then certain Shrouds that muttere
Came and were gone. He leant upo

BETWEEN extremities
Man runs his course;
A brand, or flaming breath.
Comes to destroy
All those antinomies

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

'Love is all
Unsatisfied
That cannot take the whole
Body and soul’;
And that is what Jane said.

SWAYED upon the gaudy stern
The butt-end of a steering-oar,
And saw wherever I could turn
A crown upon the shore.
I And though I would have hushed

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,