A man that finds great bitterness
In thinking of his lost renown.
A Roman Caesar is held down
Under this hump.
According to a different plan.

OTHERS because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been frie
Yet always when I look death in t
When I clamber to the heights of
Or when I grow excited with wine,

We sat together at one summer’s en
That beautiful mild woman, your cl
And you and I, and talked of poet
I said, ‘A line will take us hour
Yet if it does not seem a moment’s

I had this thought awhile ago,
‘My darling cannot understand
What I have done, or what would d
In this blind bitter land.’
And I grew weary of the sun

DEAR fellow-artist, why so free
With every sort of company,
With every Jack and Jill?
Choose your companions from the be
Who draws a bucket with the rest

HIS DREAM
I SWAYED upon the gaudy stem
The butt-end of a steering-oar,
And saw wherever I could turn
A crowd upon a shore.

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

A mermaid found a swimming lad,
Picked him for her own,
Pressed her body to his body,
Laughed; and plunging down
Forgot in cruel happiness

A DOLL in the doll-maker’s house
Looks at the cradle and bawls:
‘That is an insult to us.’
But the oldest of all the dolls,
Who had seen, being kept for show,

THE moments passed as at a play;
I had the wisdom love brings forth
I had my share of mother-wit,
And yet for all that I could say,
And though I had her praise for i