That civilisation may not sink,
Its great battle lost,
Quiet the dog, tether the pony
To a distant post;
Our master Caesar is in the tent

Things out of perfection sail,
And all their swelling canvas wear
Nor shall the self-begotten fail
Though fantastic men suppose
Building-yard and stormy shore,

Shepherd. That cry’s from the fir
I wished before it ceased.
Goatherd. Nor bird n
Could make me wish for anything th
Being old, but that the old alone

I walked among the seven woods of
Shan-walla, where a willow-hordere
Gathers the wild duck from the win
Shady Kyle-dortha; sunnier Kyle-n
Where many hundred squirrels are a

WAS it the double of my dream
The woman that by me lay
Dreamed, or did we halve a dream
Under the first cold gleam of day?
I thought: ‘There is a waterfall

WOULD it were anything but merel
The No King cried who after that
Because he had not heard of anythi
That balanced with a word is more
Yet Old Romance being kind, let h

Sang old Tom the lunatic
That sleeps under the canopy:
‘What change has put my thoughts a
And eyes that had so keen a sight?
What has turned to smoking wick

A MAN I praise that once in Tar
Said to the woman on his knees, ‘
My hundredth year is at an end.
That something is about to happen,
That the adventure of old age begi

I saw a staring virgin stand
Where holy Dionysus died,
And tear the heart out of his side
And lay the heart upon her hand
And bear that beating heart away;

Bring me to the blasted oak
That I, midnight upon the stroke,
(All find safety in the tomb.)
May call down curses on his head
Because of my dear Jack that’s de