THE GYRES! the gyres! Old Roc
Things thought too long can be no
For beauty dies of beauty, worth o
And ancient lineaments are blotted
Irrational streams of blood are st

THERE is a queen in China, or m
And birthdays and holidays such pr
Of her unblemished lineaments, a w
That she might be that sprightly g
And there’s a score of duchesses,

WOULD I could cast a sail on th
Where many a king has gone
And many a king’s daughter,
And alight at the comely trees and
The playing upon pipes and the dan

ALL things uncomely and broken, a
The cry of a child by the roadway,
The heavy steps of the ploughman,
Are wronging your image that bloss
The wrong of unshapely things is a

HALF close your eyelids, loosen
And dream about the great and thei
They have spoken against you every
But weigh this song with the great
I made it out of a mouthful of air

HIS DREAM
I SWAYED upon the gaudy stem
The butt-end of a steering-oar,
And saw wherever I could turn
A crowd upon a shore.

An acre of green grass
For air and exercise,
Now strength of body goes;
Midnight, an old house
Where nothing stirs but a mouse.

Fled foam underneath us, and round
High as the Saddle-girth, coverin
And those that fled, and that foll
The immortal desire of Immortals
I mused on the chase with the Fen

ACQUAINTANCE; companion;
One dear brilliant woman;
The best-endowed, the elect,
All by their youth undone,
All, all, by that inhuman

DANCE there upon the shore;
What need have you to care
For wind or water’s roar?
And tumble out your hair
That the salt drops have wet;