IF Michael, leader of God’s host
When Heaven and Hell are met,
Looked down on you from Heaven’s
He would his deeds forget.
Brooding no more upon God’s wars

Whence did all that fury come?
From empty tomb or Virgin womb?
Saint Joseph thought the world wo
But liked the way his finger smelt

I THINK it better that in times
A poet’s mouth be silent, for in t
We have no gift to set a statesman
He has had enough of meddling who
A young girl in the indolence of h

When Loie Fuller’s Chinese dance
A shining web, a floating ribbon o
It seemed that a dragon of air
Had fallen among dancers, had whir
Or hurried them off on its own fur

THE true faith discovered was
When painted panel, statuary.
Glass-mosaic, window-glass,
Amended what was told awry
By some peasant gospeller;

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

HIS chosen comrades thought at sc
He must grow a famous man;
He thought the same and lived by r
All his twenties crammed with toil
‘What then?’ sang Plato’s ghost.

THERE is grey in your hair.
Young men no longer suddenly catch
When you are passing;
But maybe some old gaffer mutters
Because it was your prayer

MAY God be praised for woman
That gives up all her mind,
A man may find in no man
A friendship of her kind
That covers all he has brought

TIME drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and the woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout