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

Some moralist or mythological poet
Compares the solitary soul to a sw
I am satisfied with that,
Satisfied if a troubled mirror sho
Before that brief gleam of its lif

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

HAS no one said those daring
Kind eyes should be more learn’d?
Or warned you how despairing
The moths are when they are burned
I could have warned you; but you a

Man
IN a cleft that’s christened Alt
Under broken stone I halt
At the bottom of a pit
That broad noon has never lit,

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

The fascination of what’s difficul
Has dried the sap out of my veins,
Spontaneous joy and natural conten
Out of my heart. There’s somethin
That must, as if it had not holy b

Old fathers, great-grandfathers,
Rise as kindred should.
If ever lover’s loneliness
Came where you stood,
Pray that Heaven protect us

A Dramatic Poem
The deck of an ancient ship. At
with a large square sail hiding a
on that side. The tiller is at th
coming through an opening in the b

IF any man drew near
When I was young,
I thought, ‘He holds her dear,’
And shook with hate and fear.
But O! ‘twas bitter wrong