THOUGH the great song return no
There’s keen delight in what we ha
The rattle of pebbles on the shore
Under the receding wave.

WHEN you and my true lover meet
And he plays tunes between your fe
Speak no evil of the soul,
Nor think that body is the whole,
For I that am his daylight lady

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

A PITY beyond all telling
Is hid in the heart of love:
The folk who are buying and sellin
The clouds on their journey above,
The cold wet winds ever blowing,

CUMHAL called out, bending his
Till Dathi came and stood,
With a blink in his eyes, at the c
Between the wind and the wood.
And Cumhal said, bending his knee

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

The jester walked in the garden:
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
And stand on her window—sill.
It rose in a straight blue garment

‘She will change,’ I cried.
‘Into a withered crone.’
The heart in my side,
That so still had lain,
In noble rage replied

MAY God be praised for woman
That gives up all her mind,
A man may find in no man
A friendship of her kind
That covers all he has brought

PYTHAGORAS planned it. Why d
His numbers, though they moved or
In marble or in bronze, lacked cha
But boys and girls, pale from the
Of solitary beds, knew what they w