The intellect of man is forced to
perfection of the life, or of the
And if it take the second must ref
A heavenly mansion, raging in the
When all that story’s finished, wh

COME swish around, my pretty pun
And keep me dancing still
That I may stay a sober man
Although I drink my fill.
Sobriety is a jewel

Whence did all that fury come?
From empty tomb or Virgin womb?
Saint Joseph thought the world wo
But liked the way his finger smelt

IF you have revisited the town, t
Whether to look upon your monument
(I wonder if the builder has been
Or happier-thoughted when the day
To drink of that salt breath out o

A MOST astonishing thing—
Seventy years have I lived;
(Hurrah for the flowers of Spring
For Spring is here again.)
Seventy years have I lived

THROUGH intricate motions ran
Stream and gliding sun
And all my heart seemed gay:
Some stupid thing that I had done
Made my attention stray.

Pale brows, still hands and dim ha
I had a beautiful friend
And dreamed that the old despair
Would end in love in the end:
She looked in my heart one day

Bring me to the blasted oak
That I, midnight upon the stroke,
(All find safety in the tomb.)
May call down curses on his head
Because of my dear Jack that’s de

WHEN have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the wild witches, those most n
For all their broom-sticks and the

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