FIVE-AND-TWENTY years have g
Since old William Pollexfen
Laid his strong bones down in deat
By his wife Elizabeth
In the grey stone tomb he made.

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

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,

PYTHAGORAS planned it. Why d
His numbers, though they moved or
In marble or in bronze, lacked cha
But boys and girls, pale from the
Of solitary beds, knew what they w

i{"Though to my feathers in the we
i{I have stood here from break of
i{I have not found a thing to eat,
i{For only rubbish comes my way.}
i{Am I to live on lebeen-lone?'}

He. Dear, I must be gone
While night Shuts the eyes
Of the household spies;
That song announces dawn.
She. No, night’s bird and love’s

All things uncomely and broken,
All things worn-out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway,
The creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman,

O WOMEN, kneeling by your altar
When songs I wove for my beloved
And smoke from this dead heart dri
And covers away the smoke of myrrh
Bend down and pray for all that si

Once, when midnight smote the air,
Eunuchs ran through Hell and met
On every crowded street to stare
Upon great Juan riding by:
Even like these to rail and sweat

WHERE had her sweetness gone?
What fanatics invent
In this blind bitter town,
Fantasy or incident
Not worth thinking of,