A man came slowly from the setting
To Emer, raddling raiment in her
And said, “I am that swineherd wh
Go watch the road between the wood
But now I have no need to watch i

I RANTED to the knave and fool,
But outgrew that school,
Would transform the part,
Fit audience found, but cannot rul
My fanatic heart.

YOU waves, though you dance by my
Though you glow and you glance, th
In the Junes that were warmer tha
When I was a boy with never a cra
The herring are not in the tides a

COME swish around, my pretty pun
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel

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

Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.

A little Indian temple in the Gol
around that the forest. Anashuya,
within the temple.
Anashuya. Send peace on all the l
corn. —

HURRAH for revolution and more
A beggar upon horseback lashes a b
Hurrah for revolution and cannon c
The beggars have changed places, b

SHE might, so noble from head
To great shapely knees
The long flowing line,
Have walked to the altar
Through the holy images

HANDS, do what you’re bid;
Bring the balloon of the mind
That bellies and drags in the wind
Into its narrow shed.