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.

BALD heads forgetful of their si
Old, learned, respectable bald hea
Edit and annotate the lines
That young men, tossing on their b
Rhymed out in love’s despair

Where, where but here have pride a
That long to give themselves for w
To shake their wicked sides at you
Restraining reckless middle-age?

‘TIME to put off the world and g
And find my health again in the se
Beggar to beggar cried, being fren
‘And make my soul before my pate i
’And get a comfortable wife and ho

I AM worn out with dreams;
A weather-worn, marble triton
Among the streams;
And all day long I look
Upon this lady’s beauty

FATHER AND CHILD
SHE hears me strike the board and
That she is under ban
Of all good men and women,
Being mentioned with a man

I care not what the sailors say:
All those dreadful thunder-stones,
All that storm that blots the day
Can but show that Heaven yawns;
Great Europa played the fool

I went out alone
To sing a song or two,
My fancy on a man,
And you know who.
Another came in sight

I WANDER by the edge
Of this desolate lake
Where wind cries in the sedge:
Until the axle break
That keeps the stars in their roun

A MAN that had six mortal wounds
Violent and famous, strode among t
Eyes stared out of the branches an
Then certain Shrouds that muttere
Came and were gone. He leant upo