FAR-OFF, most secret, and invio
Enfold me in my hour of hours; whe
Who sought thee in the Holy Sepul
Or in the wine-vat, dwell beyond t
And tumult of defeated dreams; and

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

YOU say, as I have often given t
In praise of what another’s said o
’Twere politic to do the like by t
But was there ever dog that praise

COME play with me;
Why should you run
Through the shaking tree
As though I’d a gun
To strike you dead?

BIRD sighs for the air,
Thought for I know not where,
For the womb the seed sighs.
Now sinks the same rest
On mind, on nest,

BEING out of heart with governme
I took a broken root to fling
Where the proud, wayward squirrel
Taking delight that he could sprin
And he, with that low whinnying so

I HAD this thought a while 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

HE stood among a crowd at Dromaha
His heart hung all upon a silken d
And he had known at last some tend
Before earth took him to her stony
But when a man poured fish into a

YOU ask what—I have found, and f
Nothing but Cromwell’s house and
The lovers and the dancers are bea
And the tall men and the swordsmen
And there is an old beggar wanderi

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,