THESE are the clouds about the f
The majesty that shuts his burning
The weak lay hand on what the stro
Till that be tumbled that was lift
And discord follow upon unison,

O bid me mount and sail up there
Amid the cloudy wrack,
For peg and Meg and Paris’ love
That had so straight a back,
Are gone away, and some that stay

Earth in beauty dressed
Awaits returning spring.
All true love must die,
Alter at the best
Into some lesser thing.

He. Never until this night have I
The elaborate starlight throws a r
On the dark stream,
Till all the eddies gleam;
And thereupon there comes that scr

The heron-billed pale cattle-birds
That feed on some foul parasite
Of the Moroccan flocks and herds
Cross the narrow Straits to light
In the rich midnight of the garden

YOU gave, but will not give again
Until enough of paudeen’s pence
By Biddy’s halfpennies have lain
To be 'some sort of evidence’,
Before you’ll put your guineas dow

Ah, but Time has touched a form
That could show what Homer’s age
Bred to be a hero’s wage.
‘Were not all her life but storm,
Would not painters paint a form

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

THE dews drop slowly and dreams g
Suddenly hurtle before my dream-aw
And then the clash of fallen horse
Of unknown perishing armies beat a
We who still labour by the cromlec

THE Heavenly Circuit; Berenice’
Tent-pole of Eden; the tent’s dra
Symbolical glory of thc earth and
The Father and His angelic hierar
That made the magnitude and glory