I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the he

BEING out of heart with governme
I took a broken root to fling
Where the proud, wayward squirrel
Taking delight that he could sprin
And he, with that low whinnying so

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

ALL the heavy days are over;
Leave the body’s coloured pride
Underneath the grass and clover,
With the feet laid side by side.
Bathed in flaming founts of duty

YOU think it horrible that lust a
Should dance attention upon my old
They were not such a plague when
What else have I to spur me into

I LIVED among great houses,
Riches drove out rank,
Base drove out the better blood,
And mind and body shrank.
No Oscar ruled the table,

FASTEN your hair with a golden
And bind up every wandering tress;
I bade my heart build these poor r
It worked at them, day out, day in
Building a sorrowful loveliness

STRETCH towards the moonless mi
As though that hand could reach to
And they but famous old upholsteri
Delightful to the touch; tighten t
As though to draw them closer yet.

Scene: A circle of Druidic sto
First Fairy: Afar from our lawn a
O sister of sorrowful gaze!
Where the roses in scarlet are hea
And dream of the end of their days

There was a green branch hung with
When her own people ruled this tra
And from its murmuring greenness,
A Druid kindness, on all hearers
It charmed away the merchant from