‘O cruel Death, give three things
Sang a bone upon the shore;
‘A child found all a child can lac
Whether of pleasure or of rest,
Upon the abundance of my breast’:

A moonlight moor. Fairies lead
Male Fairies: Do not fear us, ear
We will lead you hand in hand
By the willows in the glade,
By the gorse on the high land,

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

I WANDER by the edge
Of this desolate lake
Where wind cries in the sedge:
Until the axle break
That keeps the stars in their roun

ONE that is ever kind said yester
‘Your well-beloved’s hair has thre
And little shadows come about her
Time can but make it easier to be
Though now it seems impossible, an

HIS DREAM
I SWAYED upon the gaudy stem
The butt-end of a steering-oar,
And saw wherever I could turn
A crowd upon a shore.

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

While I, that reed-throated whisp
Who comes at need, although not no
A clear articulation in the air,
But inwardly, surmise companions
Beyond the fling of the dull ass’s

CRAZED through much child-beari
The moon is staggering in the sky;
Moon-struck by the despairing
Glances of her wandering eye
We grope, and grope in vain,

YOU think it horrible that lust a
Should dance attention upon my old
They were not such a plague when
What else have I to spur me into